Life moves on
and someday maybe i'll move with it.
For now i'll sit just here in the dark and cry.
I'll surround myself with a wall you wont see
and i'll push away your embrace.
I wont talk about it  and nor will i write,
but i'll think about it and i will cry.
Maybe when the tides turn or when the moon is full,
maybe then i'll try, but i doubt it.
I'll just sit here in the dark and fester.
Slowly turning grey.