I've decided that what
We want to hear
Isn't necessarily what
We need to hear
As we stumble
And fumble and
Crumble under the
Weight of our wrongs
Why does it take so long
To undo or redo or
Attempt something new
Words don't ring true
As I march on through
Thoughts left unsaid
An empty spot in the bed
Where one should be two
But the scales are tipped
My feelings are tripped
My soul lay stripped
Of all reason and rhyme
So I sit still in time
Wondering will it be fine
But the answers don't come
As I resist the urge to run
Away like the wind
Leaving all the sin
But here I remain
Feeling hurt and pain
Nothing remains the same

It does get better with time Pam, don't know what else to tell you, it just does..