Deep, flawless piece. 5/5, Em

Please no Valerie.
*tear* Not like this.
I'll do anything please don't do this

What have I become,<QUESTION MARK?>

Since you left, I've been dead,<I HAVE
INSTEAD OF I'VE>

nothing but a ghost crying on her bed.<IN INSTEAD OF ON HER BED>

What have I become,<QUESTION MARK>

Im nothing but a waste of life, I am scum.<A WASTED LIFE, INSTEAD OF, WASTE OF A LIFE>

Since you left, life is meaningless,<LIFE HAS BEEN MEANINGLESS, INSTEAD OF, IS MEANINGLESS>

nothing left but to confess.<NOTHING TRULY LEFT TO CONFESS, INSTEAD?>

with the gun to my head.<WITH THIS LOADED GUN, INSTEAD?>

~Not bad, the style is good but the wording needs tweaking to make it run of the tongue more smoothly. IBE

Maybe its not that we change when tragedy strikes, rather it merely shows who we really are and have been under all of our masks.

This poem is a picture one sees all to often in others and ourselves. The pain becomes a place and your words show this very well.