I don't feel like I'm part of whatever this is.
You say that we're still one but I feel like I'm light years away and you can't reach me.
This vast hole that I'm in is pulling me in deeper.
Can't you hear me screaming? Probably not.
You're too busy in your own world to realize that I'm tugging on your shirt; trying to grab ahold of what I think is still there.
Of what I think is still *you.