What I've Become

I wake up in the morning and try not to see

What has become of the man who was once me

A man ever strong, ever proud, ever free,

But now, a puppet I hang, my strings make me be,

To wake up each day and think only of you,

The pain of losing you fills my being.

Till all I am, is this wooden puppet.

And yet I hang, I smile.

I put on my mask, the mask that is me

The me everyone around me sees,

The one they assume me to be.

The  mask makes me no hero, no guardian

It imprisons me, clinging to me

I pull on my cape and make some try

To be the light, to soar, to fly

And yet I fall, I bleed.

I walk along beside you, glancing at you,

You turn around but still you don’t see,

You stare right through me,

A ghost I am, pale and cold,

A ghost to you, my world,

I stare at you, hoping to be heard,

But who can hear a spirit from another world?

And yet I wait, I whisper.

Goodbye you said to me once,

And from that day, The sky’s been dark

No sun, no moon, no stars for me

A statue I’ve become, the life fades from me,

A lifeless block of stone, with a face carved into me

My heart torn out, only granite is within me,

Who could love a block of stone? You, I’d hoped.

And yet I remain, I stare

All that you were to me is now worth nothing.

I to you, am nothing, you to me, are everything,

I would give anything to be with you again,

But how can I give anything, when all I am is a void,

A void devoid of joy, of happiness, of self.

Someone who is nothing, a mere remnant of someone

The one who was there for you, the one who loved you

And yet I live, I cry.