You still have all of me.

I wanted you to now that I love the way you laugh. I keep your photograph, and I know it serves me well. I wanna hold you high and still your pain 'cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome, and I don't feel right when you're gone away.. You've gone away and you don't feel me here anymore.. 
The worst is over now and we can breathe again. There's so much left to learn and no one left to fight. I don't feel like I am strong enough 'cause I'm broken.

-These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real..