You left,
Has been my own personal,
Living Hell.
I have tried,
Not to weep,
But the tears come,
And I cry,
And I cry,
And my tears form,
A river,
That flees,
Into the Nile.
My heart,
Dies,
As you,
Carry the most important,
Piece,
With you,
Onto the next.
The joy,
Is out there,
But I,
Can no longer see it,
You have stolen,
My eyes,
And my ears.
Even alone,
I am touching you,
And not this,
Empty body,
That you have created,
Everyday since,
You left.
