The day he left me, I died.
Left with nothing more than a massacred mind, burned body, and shattered soul.
Now I float through life, haunting those around me, watching them, spending my days dreaming of what should be.
What should have been.
What would never be.
I try to hold on; I even scream for help.
Only God hears me. He calls me home, but I don’t go.
I can’t let go.
Now I’m stuck in betw...
