I've been lost for quite a while now. I'm here, I can feel my presence... but not really. I don't really know how to explain it. It's just that before he left, I felt present.
And when he left, I think part of left with him. Now, you're probably wondering who "he" is. Well, I'm not going to go into names, but he was the one love of my life. I gave him everything.
My heart. My soul. Everything. And you know what he did? He took everything and stomped on it. So that it would never be fixed.
And with those broken pieces, I held them in my hands as I watched him walk away. And that moment I felt my soul leave my body. And I couldn't find it. So now I know where my body is.
But my mind? Nowhere to be found.