She rolls out of bed, with a feeling of shear dread.
How can she face today when she feels so dead?

A crying voice inside takes over her mind.
She needs to rewind.
The tears stream down her face.
As she whimpers she feels a disgrace.

Nobody wants to know, nobody cares that she's in despair.
But she just needs to repair.

She won't talk, she's afraid that people will walk.
Bottling it up she tries not to sob.
The despair all over, It lies and controls her.
But she doesn't understand why an that's why she cries.

She doesn't realise she's not the only one.
She needs to hold on and stay strong.

I stopped eating our favourite food
the taste was like your lips.

I cut my hair
only so your touch wasn't engrained.

I gave away that dress
the one you liked.

those albums... i deleted
because i couldn't hear the music
no
i could only hear your tapping fingers
when you sang along

you know I did many things
but the one thing i didn't do
                                              and still can’t do

Is forget you.