My heart is breaking.
My body shaken.
I'm holding onto whatever I have left,
They say the last things are always the best.
My mind is thinking thing's I would not dream,
But recently thing's aren't what they seem.
My eyes are swollen and it's hard to see,
But what is before me I must believe.
Focus. Hard when there's 100 things to do.
But to the self I must be true.
Why try to fix other's when it's you in need?
How do you cope, when everyone else bleeds?
I must open my eyes and carry on,
Cause in the end, it's one at a time who's gone...
