Don't want to be here...

The ghost of my being
Standing there
Watching me slowly deteriorate

Memories
Of what vanished and never returned
Destroying my sanity

My reflection is not what I want to see
I want the mirror to remain vacant to these saddened eyes
Stuck in a world vibrant with life and joy
I feel so dead and bitter
Do I belong here?

This place is like a prison
She was keeping me sane
And now these walls surround me
I can feel them closing in