I have this pain in my heart. It won’t go away, and every time I look in the mirror, I will see it. And every time I try to do something I once enjoyed, something will be missing. And in everything that once seemed simply perfect, I will now notice some imperfection. Nothing will be learned again, or dealt with again. Everything will only be an image that I look at and shrug at, before it fades away.
She’s gone, to stay, and I have only myself to blame, okay?