Every Single Day.

Am I the only one who noticed,

the only one who strategically planned,

her own life's ruin,

and the soundtrack,

to the day her life ended?

Am I the only one who guessed,

how things could end,

who didn't want to think,

but held on too tight instead?

Am I the only one who noticed,

the world was at an end,

with three simple words;

i dont know?

Am I the only one who cries,

and shuts out her emotions,

cause everytime she thinks of him,

her heart winds up mangled?

I'm not the only one,

this I know,

who reconizes what she has lost,

and what she must live with.

Every.

Single.

Day.