“I can’t smile without you”…

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She sits all alone…

Remembering the days…

When she felt so safe…

Under his watchful gaze…

Locked in his arms…

Her knight and protector…

He was the only one…

Who made her life better…

And helped her make sense…

Of the world she lived in…

When she wanted to give up…

His words were “keep fighting“…

But since he left her…

It’s been hard to carry on…

Life feels so worthless…

And everything feels so wrong…

With eyes clouded by tears…

That leave their daily mark…

They flow down her face…

Extinguishing any spark…

Of the woman she remembers…

A long time ago…

When her life had a purpose…

And his love set her aglow…

Giving her the courage…

To be free within herself…

To lose all her inhibitions…

Leave her fears on the shelf…

But she sat and she watched…

As his life ebbed away…

Feeling so damn helpless…

Each and every cruel day…

Nothing she could do…

Could stop his cancerous pain…

It was out of her hands…

She was not to blame…

But now she sits all alone…

Not knowing how to move on…

She’s caught in his shadow…

He was her “Sine Qua Non”

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“We dreamers have our ways, of facing rainy days”…

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Is that a light at the end of the tunnel…
Or is it an onrushing train…
She’s having trouble trying to focus…
And see though this heavy rain…
She’s feeling so old and so tired…
Her soul feels drained and listless…
So much dark depression surrounds her…
It’s so hard to feel anything but lifeless…
 
The world keeps on turning against her…
She feels she can’t do right from wrong….
No matter how people encourage…
She hasn’t the strength to feel strong…
Whenever something good happens…
The rug gets pulled from under her feet…
What is the point of going forward…
Maybe she should just admit defeat…
 
And succumb to the blackness inside her…
Swallow the pills and just stop…
No one around her would notice…
Even if she jumped off the nearest rooftop…
She tried to live life on the bright side…
And allowed her thoughts to roam free…
Plucked up the courage to be herself…
And let people witness the real she…
 
But Karma always seemed an issue…
The type with an instant effect…
For every two stumbled steps forward…
She’d be crushed like an annoying insect…
So she retreated into her black cave…
Into the sanctuary that darkness provides….
Where the invisibility always protects you…
Whilst peeling away at the soul with a knife…
 
People say that it’s all in her head…
And that it’s really all in her mind…
But they have no right to comment…
This reality is hers, not yours or mine….
There is nothing more that can be done…
No words can take this feeling away…
No pills, no potions and no witchcraft…
Can cure the cancer that’s eating away…
 
So she’s faced with a daily decision…
To move forward or fall just apart…
But her energy levels are so low…
She’s not clear where she should start…
She needs light at the end of the tunnel…
But will accept an onrushing train…
Whatever is best, she really doesn’t care…
Because she’s drowning in this heavy rain…

~

“We dreamers have our ways, of facing rainy days”…

de

Is that a light at the end of the tunnel…
Or is it an onrushing train…
She’s having trouble trying to focus…
And see though this heavy rain…
She’s feeling so old and so tired…
Her soul feels drained and listless…
So much dark depression surrounds her…
It’s so hard to feel anything but lifeless…
 
The world keeps on turning against her…
She feels she can’t do right from wrong….
No matter how people encourage…
She hasn’t the strength to feel strong…
Whenever something good happens…
The rug gets pulled from under her feet…
What is the point of going forward…
Maybe she should just admit defeat…
 
And succumb to the blackness inside her…
Swallow the pills and just stop…
No one around her would notice…
Even if she jumped off the nearest rooftop…
She tried to live life on the bright side…
And allowed her thoughts to roam free…
Plucked up the courage to be herself…
And let people witness the real she…
 
But Karma always seemed an issue…
The type with an instant effect…
For every two stumbled steps forward…
She’d be crushed like an annoying insect…
So she retreated into her black cave…
Into the sanctuary that darkness provides….
Where the invisibility always protects you…
Whilst peeling away at the soul with a knife…
 
People say that it’s all in her head…
And that it’s really all in her mind…
But they have no right to comment…
This reality is hers, not yours or mine….
There is nothing more that can be done…
No words can take this feeling away…
No pills, no potions and no witchcraft…
Can cure the cancer that’s eating away…
 
So she’s faced with a daily decision…
To move forward or fall just apart…
But her energy levels are so low…
She’s not clear where she should start…
She needs light at the end of the tunnel…
But will accept an onrushing train…
Whatever is best, she really doesn’t care…
Because she’s drowning in this heavy rain…