empty.

this is what everyone sees. people tell me i'm sad, and i was never able to figure out why.

i don't even know who i am anymore. this face stares back at me and i wonder how it got to be like this.

i wasn't always like this.

you've been gone almost 2 years now. my eyes are still vacant, and my smile is stale.

with pearl jam on repeat, i'm singing "he's gone to heaven so i've got to be good, so i can see my baby when i leave this world."

i'm getting better. i can see tomorrow.