Gone, just a few days have past and already seems like being forgotten. No longer aloud to grieve no longer able to appease.

The next hurdle comes along, now nothing else matters. It doesn’t matter what you feel inside, whats spinning in your head. **** I might as well be the one that’s dead.

It should have been me, can’t you see I’m the bad one, the one with broken dreams. It’s not so obscene. Listen closely to my stifled screams

The mighty has fallen only the meek left in her place, not fit to walk in her shadow, head hung in disgrace.

I swallow,  push it all deep in side. Hide the emotion, go hide the knife. One foot forward; shuffling along.