Who do I think I've lost now?

I know nothing more than the truth.

What was once said can hardly reveal it.

It conspires to break us all

with little resistance on our part.

A cracked and bleeding heart

is a curse we must bear.

What have I lost in all this?

A heart will wither away

faster than it will grow.

The worst pain does not allow tears.

It draws your blood and freezes you from within.

How can I overcome my loss?

Moving on will harm me.

Standing still will kill me.

I can't pretend for long.

It's lost.

Whatever I found in the sparkling spring is gone.

These dark trees are becoming ghosts in my eyes.

Someone please bring me home.

It's over.

I can't seem to find me.