What's Left Behind

It's been 2 weeks and I'm angry. I've gone through almost every stage of the grieving process and I thing I'm getting closer to acceptance. I've had my 23rd birthday 2 days ago, and it was pretty hard actually, more than I expected. I wished so hard you'll be with me or at least will call. But no, just a text. And I was so disappointed..
I tried smiling and having fun still, but I had to really force myself to get him off my mind. I succeeded at times, but I was still so mad and disappointed. It was my day, and even then you couldn't get over your own personal struggles to call. So yes, I'm still upset.

Thinking about you..

I can see the shade
and the reflection of my depression.
I can see the profile,
of the ghost that's inside me.

And I haven't stopped smoking
and I can't sleep,
in the middle of the loneliness
I'm still thinking of you.

and I'm afraid to begin
and forget you in the end
because it scares to decipher
what's behind me.

What's behind a tear?
what's behind fragility?
what's behind that last goodbye?
what's left behind, when the love is gone?

I can see from here,
my memories haunting you.
I can see my profile,
on the shadow on the wall

And I haven't stopped smoking
and I can't sleep,
in the middle of the loneliness
I'm still thinking of you.

What's behind a tear?
what's behind fragility?
what's behind that last goodbye?
what's left behind, when the love is gone?

I've translated this song from spanish, It's original name is "Que Hay Detras". And what's really left of me? Actually - a lot. I'm learning to be on my own, and opening myself to the world and new experiences. And although there's a lot of anger behind, it's mainly because of the way that the things happened, but It WAS for the best - I'm gonna learn how to be happy on my own. And I've already started..