Whether I laugh or cryI can’t scream hereNear the white lightLife continues to ache and pound With drunken sweetnessIt ain’t pretty Though I try to make it beWhat can I do except sit here in afflictionI’m losingIs it even my fight?Now hidden from the worldStained glass brokenDull, dirty, lifelessThe shattered pieces reflecting meThough I can’t really seeShe speaks and turns away from meI don’t remember her wordsOnly the hurt they causedAnd the stains they left on my heartI see her now standing thereBut we no longer existExcept for the scattered and jaded memories That make no senseThey mean nothing to her nowWhy must they mean something to me?I am weaker than the powers that bind meShe surpasses it with an ease I didn’t know existedSlipped into a world that I can’t enterShe won’t let meI understand my place Though I cannot accept itIf I leave it alone, she’ll never come backShould I even let her?Would she even want to?I really don’t have a choiceShe decided long before I knew I couldIt’s a waste of time – Having hope in a lost causeMaybe that’s what keeps me goingAll I know is emptiness(And I don’t want it)
And the fact that you must feel it too
I write… When the thoughts swirl too much in my head. Because I am afraid to say things out loud. When there is no one to listen. Because I hope one day you'll read my words. I write because I know no other way