sad

i find dis n i tink it totally true
I close my eyes before trying to go to sleepNothing but empty quiet surrounds me, and a blank spot next to meI close my eyes and the pain beings anewStill, She's There.I convince myself to fall alseep, to succumb to night's chill wonderI fall into the realm of dream, which for meHas become the realm of memoriesStill, She's ThereI sleep the sleep of a man posessed, thrown to enternal tormentI see her face, and hear her voice. Discordant in the dreamAnd while I live in such sacred bliss as her memory, I cryStill, She's ThereI rouse myself from sleep, yanked from the bliss of memoryInstinctively I reach for her, I search for her soothing presenceNothing but dust and memories, my heart becomes a voidStill, She's ThereI live my day as the walking dead,No thought, no heart, no soul to my actionsMy being consumed by a need never sated, a want never fulfiledStill, She's ThereMy mind drifts to her and her life, a life without meA life that I am not important to, a life I'm no longer neededIt stabs at me like a icy knife, I want to forget, to lose this feelingStill, She's There.I try to let her go, to let my memories be my consolationBut memories cannot be touched, or kissed, or held, or soothed into sleepMemories cannot replace her, a thought can't justify what she means to meStill, She's There.I do not know if I can succeed without her, my catalyst, my reasonI strive to become better because of her, my focus, my goalShe is my hope and my vice, my joy, and my sinStill, She's There. .