I can still feel you I thought I heard your voice But it was all in my head Your only in my head Why the hell did you make that choice? Why didn't I make the right choice? A fleeting rejoice I didn't hear your voice
An empty bed The covers untouched Your room is now bare The paintings unhug
Your in my head I cant rid myself of this dread My monsters now fed An empty bed Your loss now spread Numbness consumes as feelings fled I'm sorry that I feel dead But your the one truly gone
Loss such a hard punch Guess I expected you to still be here I thought you'd have many years to grow I didn't know So unexpected that you left Now I'm left all alone Without you my heart is blown Shattered into a million peices
An empty bed The covers untouched Your room now bare The paintings unhung
You're stuck inside hurting my head I can't rid myself of this **** dread My monsters now fed That empty bed Can you see that your loss has now spread I don't know if my feelings have fled I can't be sorry for feeling dead Your the one truly gone
A poor empty bed Covers untouched Hurting so much Monsters have been fed Paintings unhung This pistol has now sung No more hurting in my head
My monsters now fed Another empty bed
So I honestly have no idea where this came from. I just started writing and this came from it. I think grief is one of the hardest things and sometimes death feels better but it's not the correct answer.