You were my voice, my beacon, my rock, my lifeboat. And now you're gone.
I don't have a little voice telling me that who I am and what I've done is okay.
I don't have a beacon pointing me in the right direction.
I don't have my rock to hold onto.
I don't have my boat to keep me afloat.
So now, the only voices in my head are the ones telling me I'm too ugly, too stupid.
So now, I'm lost.
So now, I'm falling.
So now, I'm drowning.
But it's not your fault, it's mine. It's mine for thinking you were strong enough to hold me.
When you were the one needing to be held.
