Rest In Pieces

I don't know how to explain.

It's been exactly one month.

So long. But so short at the same time.

You stopped talking to me yesterday.

Your voice.

Just.

Disappeared.

I can't remember what you sound like,

I can't remember what you sounded like when you were angry, sad, or just laughing.

You're slipping away from me.

And I'm not ready.

Because it hurts.

I don't want you to leave me.

And I keep on asking you in my head for a sign that you're out there still.

Anything.

But deep down I know you're a pile of ashes.

A book of photos.

A memory.

A memory that everyday gets weaker.

And i hate myself for letting you start to leave me.

I don't want you to go.

But you have to.

I know.

It's just going to hurt for a really really really long time.

And you've left me behind.

Broken.

Unrepairable.

I can't see worth to who I am anymore.

I thought I would be able.

To continue as me.

But I can't.

Because without knowing it.

You were one half of who I was.

Now that's gone.

I'm empty.

You're gone.

And now so am I.

Gone from who I used to be.

'Look at me, my depth perception must be off again

Cause this hurts deeper than I thought it did

It has not healed with time

It just shot down my spine

You look so beautiful tonight

Reminds me how you laid us down

And gently smiled before you destroyed my life

Would you find it in your heart

To make this go away

And let me rest in pieces

Would you find it in your heart

To make this go away

And let me rest in pieces

Pieces.'