A Part of me

The silence I feel is deafening,
the room around me is closing in.
I don't know how to feel,
staring at a blank ceiling,
imaging and questioning everything.

Who am I?
What is this?
I can't believe that you aren't a part of me, anymore.
How can it be?
How can it be?
When everything feels right, and everything feels wrong.
I guess I wish I knew this all along.

But you were my everything.
You were a part of me.
How can it be?
How can it be?
That you're not apart of me?
That you're not apart of me?
Not anymore, not like before.