Stained with memories
As i walk down this road
For what's felt like centuries.
One more blow, and I may just explode.
When I expressed to them my agony
All they did was ignore.
Hurt by the reality,
I questioned if I should even tell them any more.
They just said it was all in my head.
I believed them for a while,
But i felt dead, instead.
Their words had wiped off my smile.
They weren't there when I needed them most
So why do they ask why we're not so close?
