What's Missing Is Dead

I'm crawling down the pavement. 
Everything streams by. Everyone screams by. 
On the trip back home, I wasn't sure if I was going to make it. 
We crush what's coming. 
We can't recover. 
We leave what's empty and move down the line. Everything has made me bitter. 
I coughed up a smile tonight. I brought home a fake badge to wear around the house and show my loved ones how much I try. 
I've killed what's missing. The pavement is peeling. We've lost what's broken and saved each other.