Its november and i see you,
Every night in my dreams,
Bringing back the torture,
Bringing back the old me,
Everyone wants happy,
Smiles and laughs,
But my insides are ripping,
My body in half,
Like an operation,
Heart transplant gone wrong,
I have a giant hole in my chest,
Where you used to belong,
Someone stabbed me with an ice pick,
But i didnt feel much,
Because theres nothing but a heart of stone,
Since the day you left.
-Bee-