darkness
pillows soaked in hot tears
a knot in your stomach just when you thought it went away
confusion, pain, unwanted memories
but i guess c'est la vie
morning
dreams that seemed so real
nostalgia as shower water runs over your face
dreary eyes, lack of motivation, slow movements
but i guess c'est la vie
afternoon
staring into the distance
songs that ring of remembrance
fake smiles, brimming tears, heavy breathing
but i guess c'est la vie
written in a time of great sorrow