Every pair of eyes tells a story…
I used to be carefree…invincible
and practically jumped out of bed each morning
before everything changed
I miss my father and feel lost and afraid
Mom said the divorce would be difficult
and she was right
I have trouble sleeping at night
and concentrating in class
Laughter rarely springs from me anymore
There are no friends to relate to
No mornings that I’m excited to see
and little that stirs my soul
He’s changed since leaving two months ago
It’s like he pretends to enjoy our time together
but his mind is far away
Mother says it will get better in time…
that she’s hurting too
and that we’ll make it
I can’t get it out of my head
that somehow the fault is mine…
that if I changed, he’d return
This living half alive is getting to me
and I don’t know where to turn
It’s as if ‘numb’ is my new middle name
It’s not that I expect a miracle
or maybe that’s what it will take
to bring me back to life…
Back to believing that I can be invincible
and carefree again.
What You’re Saying