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.