Alone I lie,   cold,   misconstrued,   my grip is lost on that which is real,   Crystal clear   A memory,   I recall constantly,   It comforts my loneliness   and fills my empty space,   Cold, misconstrued,   alone I lie,   my grip is lost on that which is real,   I lie to myself,   Repeatedly,   I act as if it still exists,   when deep down I know the truth,   Taunting myself,   prepared for a fall,   with the hole in my heart,   I feel   I deserve   I visualize with positive thoughts,   I wallow, subconsciously,   Picture perfect in my head,   fading slowly.   I cling to which does not exist.   I cling to which does not exist.   I recollect the warmth we shared,   It helps me relax and prepares me for what lies ahead.   Another day....   Another day....   Another day....