With everything going downhill,
The "one" leaving and making you sick,
And your favorite family member passing,
You have nothing else you can do,
Or say,
Or even think about at this point.
You tell yourself your fine,
When really your not,
The thought that she would call,
Or the family would be grand,
Or cry,
Or everything will fix itself.
This week has been horrid,
Nothing but heartache and pain,
But with family and friends,
They will always keep you sane.
-None of this makes sense to anyone, its horrible, idc.
Jan 9, 2011
Jan 9, 2011 at 5:49 PM UTC
With everything going downhill,
The "one" leaving and making you sick,
And your favorite family member passing,
You have nothing else you can do,
Or say,
Or even think about at this point.
You tell yourself your fine,
When really your not,
The thought that she would call,
Or the family would be grand,
Or cry,
Or everything will fix itself.
This week has been horrid,
Nothing but heartache and pain,
But with family and friends,
They will always keep you sane.
-None of this makes sense to anyone, its horrible, idc.