A year later on the very same day
She lies on her familiar wet pillow
Swallowing her sobs and her ever-growing pain
Pitying the gloomy face in the mirror
As she watches the sun coming out...
Sleep, still an unfamiliar luxury.
A year later on the very same day
She opens her red eyes to a shattered heart
Pleading God to free her soul
From her own treacherous tangled brain
Realizing that no one really cares...
Loneliness, still an old friend.
A year later on the very same day
She finally closes her sad eyes
Congratulating herself on making it
Through yet another devastating day
Bottling up all her overwhelming thoughts again...
Peace of mind, still a stranger.
A year later on the very same day,
Her heart, still broken.