Cause it feels so empty without me.

Poetry.

Self-identity is a thing to behold, we often find ourselves in growing up and growing old.

I’ve had this song in my head for days; it’s almost made me crazy.

It got me thinking though, how far the truth can take me.

When you feel without, feel the holes inside your being,

It gives different motions to what words are there with meaning.

I first heard this song, long ago in my past,

She sang them with ease, rapping quickly while I laughed.

I could never get them down, finish all the words to every verse,

It pains me now to think of, how she left us in a hearse.

You find your true self they say, after much unfolds,

Figure out things on the way, the new you feels so bold.

Then you sit and think about, the friend you have forgotten,

The good times that you had back then, even when you were rotten.

It’s hard to grasp the feeling, each time I hear these songs,

That she has gone away already, waiting in the line that’s long.

I know she would be still today, be kinder than before,

How can I prove it though you see, until I’ve seen that door.