It’s been 30 days since a part of me died

My life continues as usual:

I wake up, work, eat, and sleep

Go out, have fun, laugh, and enjoy.

It’s been 30 days since a part of me died

Sometimes I’m laughing

But soon the emptiness creeps in

And the feeling of absence takes hold.

It’s been 30 days since a part of me died

Externally, I appear happy and content

Yet inside, loneliness torments me

And the once-bright spark within me

No longer burns.

It’s been 30 days since a part of me died

And with it went my fire

My struggle

And my willpower.

It’s been 30 days, and I’m no longer the same.