they say I\'m supposed to grieve the loss of you,
but you\'re still here
you\'re in my dreams and my nightmares
you\'re in my head all hours of the day
you\'re the voice that tells me I\'m disgusting,
and the voice that tells me I\'m not worth it
I see your face hovering over mine and I can feel your hands around my neck
you\'re laughing and telling me to be quiet
you\'re judging me as I put on the same clothes as yesterday
you\'re touching my shoulder and my leg,
sliding my shorts to the side
how can I grieve the loss of you when I carry you with me everyday?
how can I grieve someone that\'s not truly gone?