Formerly a bright and happy person I understand why it took so long for her graveside to clear
It took hours until we were left alone and more for me to whisper that idea

I don't think it was the rope that killed you

I think it was the nasty comments the kids would say
Tugging upon her matted hair and dirty clothes
The repetition of hearing that every single day

I think it was the expectations she had to maintain
As time went on you could see her results slipping
Even if she was are happy that'd still cause her pain

I think it was the feelings she kept locked away
The thoughts clung to her in storms and hails
Drowning her love in a sea of darkness and grey

I think it was our inability to look outside of our own lives

© Sam Hunter