Ransacking the cupboards, I realize that I've started to slowly run out of food in the house... But I can't go out to go get more. I can't face anyone... Not without you.
I slide down the wall, slumping onto the floor. I'm going to starve in here. Scared and alone.
With you gone... Nobody really cares about me. I have nothing to live for. Without you, I serve no purpose. I have no meaning.
When you were here, I always had a reason to get up in the mornings. Because every time I woke up, I'd see your beautiful face. Some mornings you'd wake up with me, and I'd earn a breathtaking smile from you. You truly are amazing...
I don't usually get out of bed anymore. Sure, the couch is uncomfortable, but there isn't an actual bed that I could sleep in. There just isn't a reason to get up anymore. There's no reason to do anything.
Why'd you have to leave me?
