This poem I wrote myself 2 years ago because of a boy that I loved more than anyone else ever

I'm writing this poem
I'm thinking about you
Another tear falls
I didn’t want it to.

I feel so empty
So incomplete
Do you know why?
Because my life is full of shit.

I listen to the song you made for me
Are those words true?
I'm looking at your photo
I cant take it anymore, I miss you…