Baby, baby, baby.

The world would lose its color, the music will stop playing the happiness will no longer be flowing baby life without you...

Is like a 9-5 job with a shitty boss and coming home to a trashy place eating TV dinners that’s frozen in the middle staring at pictures of you like...how did I get like this? It’s smelling your clothes that I refused to wash because I wanted that sweet smell of cigarettes that I used to never think was sweet until I had to live...without you. It’s watching basketball games that you used to beg me to watch with you but I refused because I didn’t know shit about the sport. But I watch it cause it makes me feel close to you again..life without you is like...hell, almost it’s not a excruciating pain like being burnt alive only like I’m already bruised and marked so the burning sensation on my flesh is numb to me. The loneliness feels worse. It’s like a dark empty basement inside of your brain where our memories used to be. I sleep there, it’s cold, gloomy and you can’t hear nothing but my slowed breathing. Life without you is simply nothing but a life...it’s not alive because it’s heart is now gone. Life without you is like drowning over and over again in a sea of my tears and suffocating myself until I die and dreaming of reuniting with you and walking into that light and seeing you there with your arms wide open ready for me to embrace you in the only way possible and as I’m running running running....I wake up and you’re not here, but I’m here. Passed out on the couch with the uncooked TV dinner staring at the colorless walls and my feet sunken in the floor where all your unwashed clothes lay. You see? Life without you is dying every day and not being able to do shit about it. Life without you is a pain I refuse to bear.