Life, is it a story I've been told
A faint whisper breathed into my ear
A feeling forced into my head

No matter what the rain will continue to fall
And the sun continue to shine 
With or with out me the world will turn

Screaming will do no good talking won't change it
Terrified I feel the cool air at the nape of my neck
Like finger nails tracing my throat

Flowers have died, but inside so have I
I don't recognize the person under it all
I' lost feeling and my heart refuses to pump

So you'd say I was lost that I would find my way 
That these scars will heal, to hold a reminder
But I say It was never meant to be

          Felicia Mac