For P.J.

Someone I care about really deserved this.

 

Day 1, 2, 3

Everybody comes to see

And join in the pain and misery

For a second she can feel free

Oh, how deceiving the beginning can be

 

Counting makes her stronger

As the days grow longer

Counting makes her weaker

As the days grow bleaker

 

16, 17, 18

How is this god so mean?

With his big master plan, hasn’t he seen

How kind this man has been

And how many people on his shoulders lean?

 

43, 44, 45

She still wonders why she’s been left alive

Wondering if she’ll ever find a way to thrive

She’s a widow when she should still be a wife

Left alone without the love of her life

 

Her life disappeared because of one little ride

Gone: happiness, love, and pride

Thoughts of suicide

Begin to subside

As she begins to find a heart to confide

 

77, 78, 79

Seven more minutes and she’d be just fine

Seven minutes is all it would take for her heart not to break

She’s got it timed for Christ’s sake

And you still insist her love is fake?

What a cruel judgment to make

Author's Note

please give me any reviews you feel like giving. this was a difficult piece to write because it meant a lot but an easy piece to write because i had a lot to put into it. i thought about it a lot.