The Process of GrievingI’ve lost the only person that mattered.More Like This
The sound of our laughter,
Is replaced with just the pitter-patter
I never realized how cold
It can truly be.
How low you could really sink.
Until you’ve lost the last thing that meant anything.
So tell me now,
What I am supposed to do.
I’ve lost you.
And I am not sure how,
To dig myself out of the ground.
‘Cause the day you died.
It was the day that I buried myself alive.
Because you took the last piece of me,
You were my umbrella,
But you got taken out of my hands
By the wind.
So I am standing all alone and exposed now.
Letting the rain drown