What Is Left of Me

What is left of me 
Did you ever think of how I will feel
Do you ever think of how I Will live 
What is left of me is your fault 

Do you ever think of  how I will miss you
How I will cross the bridge 
How I will reach at the end of the tunnel
Without your light.

What is left of me is just a body
Without humor 
What is left of me is just a structure

Alcoholic I became
Drug addict I became
Why should you have to be mean
I trusted you
I worship you everywhere I went
I dreamed you every day

You killed the person in me 
You killed everything
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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