The truth is
I don’t know what’s wrong
I try to shake this feeling
But it has a hold on me
A tight, breathtaking hold
That just won’t let go
It clothes me in darkness
Invades my ears with whispers of fears
And covers my tongue with
The infamous little lie
“I’m okay”
And truth is, I often think I am okay
That this heavy darkness is the true way
Because every time I think it’s about to go
It just tightens its grips on me
I can’t shake it
I can’t break it
And I can’t take
This weight on me
Why didn’t you know before?
Because you were too busy
You were too busy for dinner
You were too busy for lunch
You were too busy for breakfast
Visits, they don’t happen
Not even a text
So how was I suppose to feel
That I could come to you?
Especially after so many years
Of endless trying
So I left you to your busy life
And I got busy with my own
Now you want me to come back for you
Saying I’m suppose to come back for you
But where were you when I needed you
Why weren’t you suppose to be for me
Why aren’t you now
Let me guess, too busy?
It’s okay
You’re too late anyway
Way too often we wait to show our loved ones that we love them and get left filled with regret. If you really care, show them while you have the chance. Sometimes illness or the hands of another aren’t how we lose a loved one. Sometimes it’s us pushing them until they decide to leave us themselves.
Is the problem really worth the loss?