I extend my arms to what I have to feel
Letting go of what I thought was real
Feeling aghast and horrified
Afraid of what I may find
Throwing away what disgusted you
So many things I don’t know what to do
Looking at the ground that bears your coffin
Having to deal with the struggles within
They say these things take so much time
Then why years later, I’m losing my mind?
There is so much to deal with, so much to do
Without your help, without you.