I miss you
The ache is one that tears me to the core
I miss you so, and without you my life is a bore.
My body feels as if it's made of lead
Everything seems to be hanging by a thread.
To anyone else, I may be acting normal
Overtop the sadness; I wear my normal wear and the voice of a formal.
Going to the gravesite brings me joy
Of course, soon I will be a broken toy.