Do you ever wonder who you really are?
What you do?
Where you go?
Who you turn to?
Who you’re meant to be?
I ask myself that all the time,
because I don’t know.
I don’t know.
People don’t understand.
Nobody, understands.
When you lose someone,
you don’t just lose them.
You lose yourself.
And it can take so long
to find yourself again that when you do,
You’ve forgotten you were before.
Before they went.
Something opens up, a missing piece.
You know you’re never finding it again.
But…
But you hold on hoping
that one day, maybe just one day
you will.
But in all of that you feel so apart.
Away from everything.
Away from everyone.
You don’t understand yourself.
How you feel.
It’s all a haze.
You learn you can never be the same
as you were because that person,
they shaped you, they changed you,
they were everything.
Everything, you ever were.
The hardest part,
wasn’t the last goodbye.
It’s learning to live without them.
But that’s okay.
It’ll all,
be okay.