Almost a year, and it's only getting worse
Writing - my only remedy to take away the strain I endure like Atlas
Pushed to the edge, I've lost all my senses
Trying to heal loss is a longer process that most people think...
I miss so much about you, the real times we spent each day are now
running through my mind
No ways to go back in time, so I am stuck with a burden on my shoulder
A burden that will follow me along these empty roads
This void inside me will never be whole the same way again
Forgiveness might seem like a method to overcome,
but the pain keeps striking back
Part of me has left this world the same time you did
I hope your ashes trown in the ocean will guide this lost ship I travel on to a better end
Release this weight that gets heavier as the clock continues to tick
Tear down these bricks that separate us/ I hope you're listening
I call you out/ I hope you're listening