It’s hard to say
Whether you’ll be okay,
Or if you’ll be crushed
While your heart collects dust.
You can’t really know
When the pain will go.
Perhaps it will stay
Each and every day,
And try as you might
You’ll never feel right.
You’ll reach for thin air,
Enhancing the tear
That’s deep in your chest
Though you hide it with all your best.
The indefinite is what’s worst,
As it’s what truly hurts.
And so it’s very hard to say
Whether you’ll be okay.
