I miss you .

In the middle of my bedroom floor,
the only place im safe anymore,
your pictures surround me,
your clothes and your notes,
the scissors and a garbage bag,
this is the part in the story where i rip, tear and cry
this is part where i show everyone im strong enough to say goodbye
but what happens when i cant rip,
and cant bring myself to tear
what happens when i miss you every second,
and every second i wish you were here.
it's funny how it didnt take much for you to walk away,
now im expected to let it go, and just to be okay,
but i cant smile and it be true,
i cant laugh and not think of you ,
you made me , me and now your gone,
and somehow ive got to learn how to go on,
but what happens if i cant,
and what happens when i fail ,
what happens when they turn against me
and your not there to hold my hand,
im trying to figure out why you're not here with me,
i just cant understand.
In the middle of my bedroom floor,
the only place im safe anymore,
your pictures surround me,
your clothes and your notes,
a single tear runs down my face
as i put them all back into place,
in a small shoe box your love will always stay ,
in the dust under my bed,
im not supposed to care anyway ...