This is just a poem:
I miss you so much. The night sky feels darker than it usually is when I'm talking to you. Song lyrics are making sense, but some hurt to listen.
My dark coffee is slowly tasting bitter
My mind is getting confused and twisted, giving me constant headaches.
When I touch the piano keys, it seems as if they know how I feel and make sad tones as I play.
These words are half of what I feel

But this is just a poem.