There's faux satisfaction in relief,
Mislead as faith and true belief,
Because you "knew it was coming all along."
They say "it's good to be strong,"
But it's just a lazy form of grief.
"Comfortable." Are you? They told me so.
To ease myself into letting you go.
There's so many answers that I could abide
Everyone says I'm just "wasting time,"
The same people who said you'd be okay,
So what do they matter anyway?
"It's for the best."
Throwing sad glances across the room,
Marinated in angst and impermiable gloom,
I've heard the stories they tell about you,
And you'd have been proud, as I was too.
Their admiration rings in my ears.
But beneath the smiles and buried tears,
You were afraid and you were scared,
I was the one you needed there.
So where do they find the audacity to say,
"Happier this way."?
I suppose it must seem insensitive,
To have composure at a time like this.
But my words are falling short,
There's so much that needs to be said,
I guess it's strange to sit blank instead,
Since everything's changed in a heart beat.
Or the absence of one, as it would seem.
No matter how they perceive it to be,
There's still a lack of you and me.
And all I have left to remember is,
"It's better like this."
You're only 5 feet away from me.
But there's no sense of where you are,
How did you manage to get so far?
I'd give anything for one last dance,
Once last moment, a final chance.
That box you're in does little justice,
Of all of this, it's the harshest thing,
Because that's where you lay now.
And I'd give my life to you,
If given half a chance to hold you again,
One last time and I'd be satisfied,
I hope you know that I tried.
I'll never understand why or how,
But they're leading you away,
And under their breath, they all say;
"Safe now."
