Complaint

Wearing,wearing,wearing...tearing away at my heart's very being
Where is he?She cannot express how she is feeling
The pain is too much,the tears are too frequent
Where is the joy?How can this be..constant Lament
Hope is wearing thin like the heart's stamina
It becomes almost unbearable as the weeks and months pass
When,when,when,when.

She stares,and nothing comes to mind
Except a picture of him,this isn't the first time
She has envisioned his smile,imagined his laugh
But with each passing day she wonders how long she can wear this mask
Of nonchalance and being alright,as the tears stream down her face
She doesn't stop them for they attempt to ease the pain
Oh
When
When
When
When

If this is a glimpse of how the next few years will pass by
She thinks it would be better to simply die

Author's Note

not how i normally write but i just feel absolutely sick with heartache