A Sort of Death

I had to stop caring.

I had to take a step back.

I had to stop thinking.

I had to stop being.

It was a sort of change.

A sort of death.

I had to stop caring.

I had to stop loving.

I had to stop being.

I had to change everything.

It was a sort of death.

A sort of birth.

I had to stop loving.

I had to stop caring.

I had to stop being.

I had to stop everything.

It was a sort of birth.

A sort of death.

I’m not who I was.

I had to stop being.

I had to stop loving.

I had to stop growing.

It was a sort of death.

A sort of life.