I might breath,
but I will be hollow inside.
I might live,
but I will be dead inside.
the clock will strike 1 again,
but the time won’t be the same.
the sun will still rise,
but the mornings will not be the same.
the coffee would smell that great,
but the taste will go bland.
the world will move at it’s pace,
but my life would stand.
a piece of me will die,
and never get alive again.
a part of me will be succumbed,
and never get air again.
I will not be the person I am,
because you make me what I am,
I wish I don’t have to see such a day,
without you, there isn’t any me.