With every touch,
every hug...

New hair,
new clothes...

My feelings are off the wall
as I confuse present for past...

I don't love you the same
as I did months before...

Death a cruel ruler.
Taking all I love away from me...

I live my life in fairy tales
with evil power-hungry kings...

Guilt and pain.
Why is it that those two words...

The cry is not pretty
and fragile...