I Really Like The Cranberries

I cried for you today. I haven't cried in a long time. I really can't remember the last time I cried for you. I think about you daily, some days more than others, but I usually just think about you in general. How wonderful you are. How happy you made me. How interesting you are. I feel so black inside. I feel like there's this empty space in my soul where you used to be. I will never be able to fill that empty space. Its so different missing someone who's alive vs missing someone who's dead. When you died, it was like this amazing energy and light source just got snuffed out, never to be lit again. All I can think about these last few days is your absence. How your life source is just gone. Just, gone. I don't like it. I don't like not feeling you around somewhere. I always knew you were there, no matter what. Now that's gone. I don't have that anymore. It feels weird and strange and I hate it. I just wish I could connect to you somehow. I don't even need to see you or talk to you. I just need to feel you. I just need to know that you're still somewhere. I'm at the point where I will do anything to get you back. To get that feeling back. To be happy again. To feel better. This darkness you created is growing.