In a Weak

In a week My thoughts are nothing new But memories refusing to die Never aligning to the reality In a week I've become nothing An empty shell lacking Substance and spontaneity In a week The cut is as fresh As the flowers that grow Outside the window you're never at In a week You haven't returned I don't hear your voice I hear nothing at all In a week I still can't accept the facts You're gone and moving on I'm left behind on purpose In a week I battle to shoot down dreams That you gave me You haunt me everywhere In a week I've become so helpless Deranged, beaten - help me I'm still missing you