Sometimes I think
I wish my heart was made of stone,
That I never loved
And the world would just leave me alone,
Because it seems,
When one passes on, the other frets,
So the closer I am, the harder it gets.
The longer I live
The more heartbreak shatters my mind,
But life goes on,
And time hands me further love to find.
So the memory
Stifles the pain, but in no way forgets,
For the closer I am, the harder it gets.
I feel so alone
In a crowd that just cannot understand,
For they cannot see
The linking, which continues hand in hand...
When all walk away
It is I crying, and filled with regrets,
Where the closer I am, the harder it gets.
After losing a family pet.