Am I too broken to fix
or too broken to be loved.
have I been broken for so long?
That I can no longer be fixed,
I need to know if it's true
for I can't take another second
not another moment of this unknown.
Not knowing if I will ever be fixed.
For I long to be fixed and loved,
loved like I was loved before.
But you have left me broken.
Unable to be fixed from the day you left.

From smiles and laughs to mounts of ashes.
My life seemed to have burned down slowly
and I didn't even see the flames as they came.
Swallowing and burning everything in its path,
and in its path, you were the one how stood alone.

But during those flames, you knew the end.
You came home like nothing was wrong
but it was that a lie when you came back.
Not because you were better or ready
but because it was time to say goodbye.
But how was I supposed to know the truth?
That the reason for your arrival was to die.
Even though you got sick slow at the beginning
In the end, it was as fast when you passed away.

Leaving me alone to pick up the pieces
but how can I blame you when you fought.
You fought to stay with us with all you had
but it was not enough and your fight was over.
You knew your time had come and you came back.
Back to where we were, our home to where you died.

Just stop and take a second to enjoy it,
enjoy the rainy days for they are the best.
The rain just seems to wash away the day.
Making it all new, a fresh start of sorts.
Taking the bad away with just a swift.
O to sit back and see it all fall away.
With a warm drink and fuzzy socks all day.
To sit and watch it pour is what I want.