Nothing More Than A Scar
Each day I wake and feel a sadness,
It cuts me gently, yet it stings like a mourning.
I know time has passed, but nothing is the same,
Ever since you said goodbye, my chest has felt desolate.
It’s not your fault, I know it’s my own,
But I hate sleeping at night, just to wake to my own heartbeat.
Everything sends an echo through my hearts,
and it’s then when I can hear the tears calling me.
Raise me up, so I may fall,
At least, maybe, then I can feel human.
I fight the pain, yet it’s often too much,
But one day, I hope, it”s be nothing more than a scar.