Void Space

A void.

I assumed I was fixing the made pieces in me extremely upset,

Turns out I was making deceptions to feel good once more.

Will it at any point be fixed?

I'm blissful, I'm living, I'm alive once more.

yet, everything feels like I'm drifting in a day-to-day existence that isn't mine.

I'm lost with you, yet not in the way that we'd track down a guide and be OK.

I'm lost in the manner we used to be.

also, how harmed I've been,

I can't track down the words to communicate the wreck that is in my mind that has its own haze.

Also, I likely sound insane. I ought to be content.

Yet, you're the vacant space I need to fix,

However, I botched my opportunity, it appears.

You're blissful without me.