I try and pick myself up
In the middle of nowhere – stuck
Like in my worst dreams
I’m ripping at the seams
Losing my time
Losing my mind
Peace I cannot find
Try and fail
Try and conceal
My belief that Nothing is ever quite what I thought it would be.
Learning the lesson that you never know the last person you’ll see.
They disappear and we are left in a place where
Closure is not an option – it is gone
And the only thing you can do now is let it go – move on.