I say your name, and it's like the room becomes a graveyard. Everyone has left and a cold emptiness sweeps it's way in to settle amongst your headstone. They all buried you a long time ago, while i still pick dead flowers to throw on top of your grave. My hands still grasp at the pain in my chest while everyone walks around me with dry faces that pretend they don't see your ghost still sitting on my shoulders. It's like I never attended the funeral they all threw to cast you out, and now i'm stuck mourning somebody no one wants to talk about.
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