I'm like a weed,
choking everything in my path,
with my unforgiving wrath.
The day he left was the day I died,
barely have I cried,
for the pain was all I could feel,
there was nothing that made me real.
I felt like a cloud,
afraid to let my pleas be too loud,
so lifeless I'm barely there,
too paralyzed to let my feelings be shared. |