Phantom Pain

December felt like a daydream

Perfectly wrapped like presents under the tree

Words and lines belonging to a movie scene

Drowned the truth in lies, and I couldn’t hear their screams

But seasons change, winters turned to spring

And everybody’s up and moving on, except me

I’ve grown numb knowing not how to deal with grief

I journal and write romanticising a thief

Tell me how does the absence of someone else

Feel like the absence of myself

There’s an unnatural vacancy in my life

Carrying within myself something thats died

Sometimes I feel you but then remember your gone

Oh what a ghostly thing, alive and still haunts

I’m sick and tired of feeling this way

Losing a part of me, I thought would forever stay

Like phantom pain, as present as a ghost

The thing that’s missing is the thing you feel the most