Statue

I watch my best friend walking past
Without a simple "hi"
She thinks since I'm just a piece of stone
I've forgotten how to cry

The tears do stream down my face
But they're not from my eyes
It seems as though God has felt my pain
And has opened up the skies

The sun dries the moisture
Collected on my head
But I cannot feel it
Even worse than being dead

My body is as good as gone
Most of my senses too
My head is very much intact
But it's anything but new

And since my head is still okay
The mind inside it wanders
To the subject of my past
It pauses, then it ponders

Every wrongdoing on display
Stabbing into my soul
Deteriorating my body
Now my head's about to go