In the dead of the night I lay completely still. Watching the sourvenirs our memories have become. I keep thinking about how and what we used to feel. This gradually attracts depression to which I succumb. Sometimes I put on a big smile like nothing is wrong. But deep within, I can feel my happiness wither. While I give the fake impression that I'm strong. When it comes to strength, I don't feel that either. Some days I wish these are just terrible dreams. When I remember all the things I thought I forgot. But a reality without you is tougher than it seems. Ever since you left me I've been through a lot. Your absence is a presence I can never deal with. I tell people you still love me but deep down I doubt. They say love never dies but yours?, I can't feel it. Didn't you say I'm someone you can't live without?. Who will ring my phone at midnight to ask if I'm asleep? Who will I run to when my inner demons won't let me be? Who wi