Today is Sunday. The Fifth. Of April.

Two years to the day
I wish it wouldn't be this way
I cry, there is no escape
This was your path, your fate
Follow the lines carved in the road
Do exactly what you are told

That spring evening, I call it hell
The sickening feeling that began to well
In the pit of my stomach, horror
This pain feels like forever

The depth of a crashing fall
Sight of you, makes me lose it all
Back to my world of hatred and sorrow
Telling myself, it will get better tomorrow
But it won't, it never will
All it takes to sleep is a little pill

Anger tries to merge through my lips
Maybe it was the way you put your hands on hips
Uncomforting, yet I'd die for that now
If only I knew where, why, how

All I need is a voice
One that knows my choice
I'd give me to see you
But that isn't what I want to do

Two years of thinking, of dying inside
I know who I am, no need to hide
From crowds that will swallow
My esteem, my heart which has become hollow
I know where I am, finally
There is no need, for me to find me

I am here, this is now
I miss you, if only I knew how
Not to miss you so
To make me want to go
Some place I know I don't belong
Why does everything seem so wrong?

Spring is the time of new beginnings
Finally, now, I know whose winning
All these memories, wish to be washed by rain
They feel the comfort, the comfort of pain

This is this
And that was then
Forever a miss
Never a when