SPIRIT

SPIRIT
How long has it been?
Sitting here in this dull room of mine,
Days?
Months?
Years?
I lost count,
Waiting for this ache to stop,
But i know it never will,
So i daydream instead,
Of how it was before,
Before you died,
Before the sleepless nights i cried,
Even when i did sleep,
I drempt of you,
And the pain would start again,
I wanted to be with you,
Thats why i killed myself too!