What used to be is no longer.
Replaced by silence or well wishes,
a token greeting thrown her way.
She is now just another obligation to appease
in a world that no longer needs her.
A silent scream, a tear-filled heart,
eyes that fight to hold back the pain.
Not ready. Not ready…!
The loss is so very great
and there’s no one to understand.
What used to be…she thought she mattered.
Hold your head up! Take a deep breath…
You’ll get through this day.
Fight back the tears, try to be brave.
You’ll survive…you’ll survive…