Wounds

I think about you everyday,
And inside a piece of all i was disappears,
Leaving behind a scar in the shape of my innocence,
Everyday i scrape at the scabs that grew,
From the wounds i received when your body went cold and your breathing ceased,
I've tried so hard to make the ghost of you,
That preludes everything i do, proud,
But it is an exceedingly difficult task,
When i am but a shell of all my former potential,