As time goes on I become empty. Whats walking around isnt me. Im a ghost with an outer shell. With no one to love me. I live the days alone with a smile on my face while inside I cry. My life isnt the same. I think to myself " was it me? was I the problem?" People around me tell me they love me. But there love isnt the same. I dont love them the way I did you. I miss you. I love you. I wish you would come back. Ill never see you in my arms again. My bed beside me and my heart is empty, never to be filled with what we had again.