I've wandered a few times
Thanks for helping me back.
You've led me astray
Then pushed me on track.
I don't like what I've become.
But it's not your fault.
I just feel a little numb
A little less like myself.
When you die, I die a little too.
A little broken, still breaking.
I know you're still around
In my heart, although it's aching.
But isn't that what the heart is for?
For breaking and aching and taking a little more.
I can still hear you sometimes.
Talking and laughing and living.
I'm losing the light, enclosed by the dark.
Thanks for being my stars.