Written sometime in 2011 after Ryan left his mark on my body and was proud instead of sorry for what he'd done.
The disrespect, feel no regrets?
Doesn't your heart ache?
Is there no empty space?
Can't you even tell I'm gone?
How did it end so fast?
Is there no looking back?
Didn't it mean anything to you?
Why are you standing there?
Dear Lord please hear my prayer
My heart is broken
It's cracked, hurt, and torn.
You were supposed to care
Like an old rubber band
You promised to hold strong
And then you snapped
You cracked
You don't don't look back
You can't even hear me calling your name.
Tears on my face
No pass of grace
