A Collection of What You've Lost

What’s a home without pictures?
I’ve returned to find an empty room with no windows
Is this my first time?
Or is it all the time?
That I just die on the inside
When I step foot here
You disappear
I have lost my mind
For what seems like every time
I have lost the power in my sight
To realize I am not alone
But I’m not alive
It’s a vicious cycle
It’s a collection of what I’ve lost
But it’s buried in you, too
And we seem to give up
Because this isn’t it
And I’m done giving a shit
It’s a vicious cycle
And I want to break it
I need to break it