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Are You Gone?
People always say, “never forget”
Or “you will be in our hearts forever”
But for me, I actually never will forget.
What you did that night will be burned into the back of my mind forever
After a while the drinking, and smoking do not make you go away
Now I can’t even sleep you away
Your face haunts my dreams
That night you didn’t just take your life, you took mine too
The only difference is that I am still here
I still have to wake up every day, and walk through this cold broken world
Seeing you in the corners of rooms, and in the shadows
For me the question is no longer why did you do it?
But it is more, why did it affect me so much?
Why do I seem to be the only person who sees you everywhere I go?
Maybe you didn’t completely die, maybe a part of you still lives.
Reaching out to those who still see you
Or maybe I am wrong,
Maybe you are gone
And I just haven’t let go yet
Or maybe you want me to join you?
Or “you will be in our hearts forever”
But for me, I actually never will forget.
What you did that night will be burned into the back of my mind forever
After a while the drinking, and smoking do not make you go away
Now I can’t even sleep you away
Your face haunts my dreams
That night you didn’t just take your life, you took mine too
The only difference is that I am still here
I still have to wake up every day, and walk through this cold broken world
Seeing you in the corners of rooms, and in the shadows
For me the question is no longer why did you do it?
But it is more, why did it affect me so much?
Why do I seem to be the only person who sees you everywhere I go?
Maybe you didn’t completely die, maybe a part of you still lives.
Reaching out to those who still see you
Or maybe I am wrong,
Maybe you are gone
And I just haven’t let go yet
Or maybe you want me to join you?
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