Written: October 6, 2004
A part of me died that night,
the one where you left me alone.
Was it then, or was it before?
I guess I'll never know.
I don't feel the same,
like the person I used to be.
Something died that night,
something inside of me.
I feel empty every day,
something I can't explain.
The need to cry weighs me down.
The reason why, I cannot say.
All of these feelings are brimming to the top;
they're on the verge of exploding.
I think I'm going crazy;
I always think about dying.
It's just something that I cannot change.
I wish I didn't have to live this life;
the life I'm living in.
One that's filled with empty days
and of one with a lot of pain.
Maybe that's what happens
when you lose a part of yourself.
Maybe one of these days I'll get myself back;
I just hope by then I haven't cracked.