Why?

Why??

i glare endlessly at the ceiling above me

looking for a piece of me 

that has long been taken

no..

stolen!

i am half of what I should be

a piece of what I could be

a memory of what I would be

i talk of love

but love is unreal

it is ficticious

we dream of dreams

and think them to be real

when they are only nightmares

that have not yet ended

i do look for an answer

i do mean to find it

where are you kevin?

i need to know where you are

so i can finally be what i am