You seemed to disappear,
No trace left and no time to prepare,
You're a malevolent ghost,
Unseen, unheard yet slowly killing me,
You're absence is detrimental,
Taking me apart on the inside ,
Leaving me to appear
whole,
I am now a puzzle with scattered pieces, Forcing myself together just for their purpose,
I am nothing but a display,
Designated to keep them satisfied,
To preserve their perspective of life,
I am seen as ungrateful since your absence,
Seen as crazy or spoiled for taking life as a challenge,
For seeing life with no purpose but death,
For not understanding why you shouldn't die young.
When all you see and feel is nothing,
Do you even exist?