But Still

Like i put on clothes that didnt fit me
But i bought it anyway
With the hope that it will fits me somehow, someday.

And it never.

I cant

The pen that used to be in your hold
The chair that you used to sat on
Oxigen that we used to shared together
That approaching separation
Will it takes away those memories with you?
I cant even tell if i will get better after tomorrow
The World without you in it
I couldnt even find myself standing for real
Everyday i hide in my blanket
Using sleep to escape reality
Everyday seems so dark
Yet the night seems even darker
I cant.