Out Of Reach

How'd I let you slip away ?
What's wrong with what I say?
It's fine, I'll never be okay.
What is left as dismay,
is what I will always delay.
It's difficult to comply,
when I can only cry.
Was everything unreal?
The parts of me you couldn't conseal,
Were they the feeling you would never feel?
Or the secrets that I would never reveal,
My past will never heal.