How It Feels


How it feels to stare at a picture of you and weep,
Sorrow is what I see,
Your eyes comfort me,
but you forsake me.

How it feels to bear a grudge on you for days,
but I miss you mostly I must say,
everything wasn't ok,
cause the day you abandon me I felt betrayed.

Ohh how it feels to watch them bury you in your grave,
I had to remain strong and brave,
bawling is what I really craved
but today I'm letting out these tears I've saved.


Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741