A Week Since You Left

The last set of song lyrics that I posted were really upbeat and positive and sappy. In the interest of balance, here is one that leans in the opposite direction. I'm not actually bipolar. It's just poetry. I can write this stuff without actually feeling the emotions the narrator must be feeling. Honest.

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It's a week since you left,

And I'm so bereft,

A mangled-up ball of emotion.

I feel like a sham,

And I don't give a damn.

I'm struggling to go through the motions.

 

I can't let you see that I'm falling apart,

But when I go out I don't know what to do.

I can't let you know that you've torn out my heart,

So I try to pretend I can live without you.

 

It's a week since I've slept,

And I'm such a mess,

But I put on a brave face and fake it.

I think about you,

And I know what to do.

It hurts but I just have to take it.

 

So no one can know that I just want to die.

I pretend to believe I can find someone new.

I walk through the park and I stare at the sky.

If you found out you'd hurt me, that might hurt you.

 

For a week you've been gone,

And my life is just done,

Since I have no more use for my future.

I'm deeply obsessed,

And completely distressed,

Because thinking about you is torture.

 

But I relish the hurt, it reminds me of you,

I don't want to forget or get over the pain.

You're my reason to live even though we are through,

And forgetting would mean that I'd lose you again.

 

For a week I'm alone,

And I guess that's the plan,

Even though it's incredibly lonely.

I will learn not to fuss,

And I'll do what I must,

And I'll think about you, and you only.

 

So go, live your life, and forget about me,

I promise I won't let you know of my pain.

I wish you the joy, be content and carefree,

Go, leave me behind, and find true love again.