How We Used To Be

Feeling empty, feeling hollow
Dreading the thought of there being a tomorrow.

Everyday,
I wither away,
Wanting to disappear.
If only you were here,
Would you hold me dear?

Then morning comes,
The monster inside me hums,
The rhythm of starvation.

Clock ticks down the hours,
Till I get to sleep,
And dream,
Of how we used to be.