You ask me what I am still afraid of,
and I wish I had an easy explanation...

Every morning,
every night...

It cuts like a knife to know your love for me
is quickly disappearing out of sight...

I believed that I was heartless
because I never let myself cry for you...

The white light of grief is blinding,
I can no longer stand the pain...

You wanted wands of magic
to wash away my pain...

Sometimes hearts connect
for reasons we don't yet know...

It's been a while since I saw the light
or the end of the road to recovery...

I no longer like the person I see
staring back at me...

Fear rushes through my veins,
making me shiver to the bone...

My mouth refuses to open
because I am scared of what might come out...

You ask me to describe what goes on in my head,
but it is often filled with so many storm clouds...