A grueling pain spread in my body,
like my heart ripping in two,
like my limbs being torn apart,
like my soul ripped from my body,
like a crumpled piece of paper.
“Breathe in and Breathe out
repeat it ten times”,
came the voice of my shrink.
But oxygen can’t reduce the pain,
the pain of losing someone,
the pain of giving up,
and the pain of the soul.
The missing part is not someone
neither is something,
but it is me myself.