Gone.
People tell me that I am Strong.
But they have no idea how much that is wrong.
I am one who cries in the silence of my room.
Wishing that I could just find an end to the doom,
But for now it’s all surrounding me.
Hurt, Pain, Despair all combined in an endless sea.
The pain gets heavier and people think I’m sick,
When really I’m just stuck in life’s nasty trick,
The one, where love is lost and hate falls in,
And the world is lost in the pain of lost men
.I remember the days when I would run from boys.
And here I am letting them use me like a toy.
Well now I’m done I’m not playing on their field.
I’m moving on, covering my heart with an iron shield.
Will I fall along my path to hope?
Most likely but it will not turn me into a mope.
I will push on and I will find love,
The one that fits perfectly like a handmade glove,
So when you see my back, do not call my name.
Just wait until I’ve eased my pain.
I’ll come back to you with a smile on.
Because by then I will have accepted that he is really gone.