Rubberband

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