black hair and waterfalls of tears - i promise it will get better from here
you'll learn to find new paths, branches and leaves, by yourself
in the winding green forests that you both used to call home

one day there will be a small glimpse of purpose even if it's only making it until the next day
and the next day, and the next, though your body is weary, your mind is blank and  your heart is heavy and grey

it won't always be this way.

the moon will look like more of a friend rather than only a horrible day's bittersweet end
you'll be more than just the person that always walks behind, never knowing the right words to say and holding in the urge to cry

there'll be a reason to get out of bed, a small calmness that allows you to sleep,
a shred of acceptance for your own soul

i promise that you don't need another person to make you feel whole