Loveless

I miss who I was with him.
I wish I could remember how to breathe without him.
I don't recognize the face looking back at me in the mirror.
I wanna tell her to snap out of it and carry on, but words make no sense.
I feel numb, emptied of life and yet I still go on living.

Maybe I'm in auto-pilot: get up, go to work, get back home, eat, sleep, repeat every day... Is this really all there is to life? If so, then life is way overrated.

I wish I could sleep through this,
I imagined a life, we worked and fought for it and now at the end of the road I'm out of my own plan.
Someone else will be living my dreams. I hope they suit you.