If I cannot tell you 
Then how can I tell myself
Failing to understand how it could be so
Wanting to hold on, wanting to let go
I know you may doubt me as I doubt myself
But tell me truly, are my tears wept for sorrow
Or are my tears wept for bitter sweet joy?
Hardly daring to breathe as I cannot believe
I could have lost something I value so dear
How can I go on when everyone cries for me?
And I cry for myself?
Falling and hoping one day I’ll see the truth
Staring me in the face, I cannot go on.