where he went (when he died).

It will feel like I made him up
I can always tweak the stories,
I could even change the ending if I wanted
Maybe all I need is to keep moving,
Move away from this hell.

It is like I never knew him,
It feels like he is so far away
Then there's when he comes crawling
Coming out from under my skin
IS THIS WHAT IT WILL ALWAYS BE LIKE?

Why would I be so special?
There are other damaged ones out there,
Other zombies that are numb
I am asking anyone who will still listen,
To make me feel anything .

How is it that he is the one who left,
And I am the one that is fading?
I wonder if it’s true,
That I can turn him into fiction
Or if he will become my destruction.