How can everything around us seem so normal,
when we feel broken inside,
and we know that life can never be the same.
How can it feel like a piece of your soul has been removed
but there are no visible wounds.
How can everything around us seem so normal,
when we feel broken inside,
and we know that life can never be the same.
How can it feel like a piece of your soul has been removed
but there are no visible wounds.