Cry over it.

How could you watch me fall back?
It’s like I was being attacked.
And I couldn’t help it,
I didn’t throw a fit.
I’m not alone,
I’m not depressed.
Wait I am,
It feels good to get it off my chest.
Now my question is what am I doing wrong?
It’s like I’m out of place and I don’t belong.
Falling back hurts,
You have no idea.
Do you?
This isn’t happening, no, it’s not true.
Sorry I got in your way,
I guess that’s all I have to say.
The scars will never heal,
I hope you cry over it and catch your tears.
And next time, I will not stand.
Maybe next time you will be the one,
Buried in the sand.