This makes you strong it is said.
Just outside not in your head.
Physical life destined to fall.
We can not out run at all.
The pain subsides,
But in your brain it still resides.
You try to let it go.
Attacked by guilt and looking as if you were
lettuce that would soon wilt.
Clinging to happiness of simple and rude,
people who treat you as Kleenex filled with mucus.
You can get over better but your "friends" will need to call
not say if you need something call. When the pain is that bad
you would rather be a in a glad trash bag.