Half Alive

I've learned how to live half alive for many different reasons. Half my heart is missing because each break up or each person that I'm close to, they leave me. I'm not a whole person. Half of where my heart should be there is nothing but emptiness, darkness. Because the person that you loved the most took you for everything you got. I'm not human and I'm not a monster. I'm simply someone of the past who is half alive. The only way I survive is by support. I get support by other people. If it wasn't for those people I would not be here right now. All those people fill the other half of my heart to make it a whole. But they only do it for a little while, and then the emptiness and the darkness consumes me. I'm only half alive but I'm still standing. And I'm gonna live half alive for a long time.