This time last year
I was sick from the monster that ravaged her
Praying to someone I never talked to
But yelling at them to save her

Laying in bed
This time last year
She was better gone than miserably withering away
As if the hidden tears watering the carpet in the office a few stairs away
could revive her.

We become selfish as the monster ***** away any hope.
Selfish to the ones who are strong and are walking tomorrow
Selfish to the ones strapped to the stained glass window to another place

Perspective relations
For this time last year
She was sick.
Now strong.