• More than a year ago, 

  yet I still find time to cry. 

  Almost visible,

  but distant to the naked eye. 

  Trickling down my face, 

  tears drench the paper.

  She had such grace, 

  no one could have ever been greater. 

  I've lost connection to sanity, 

  going insane due to her fantasy. 

  I was not included, 

  my emotions had my thoughts polluted. 

  Never once did I see the door, 

  lost in my own home. 

  I'm ouside looking in as the rain begins to pour, 

  utterly alone. 

  Am I alive, 

  for I feel dead inside. 

  She stole my life, 

  No hope to be revived. 

  A catacomb full of misery, 

  a chamber of suffering. 

  People give no sympathy, 

  no one hears anyone muttering. 

  This cave so hollow, 

  empty as an abyss. 

  Darkness lights a path I follow, 

  awaiting lights soft kiss. 

  Yet no such thing exists, 

  life is a time of barren wasteland. 

  My dreams and hopes are amiss, 

  death is made of great-land. 

  Sleep and rest, 

  no soul or heart needed. 

  With this I want to be blessed,

  emotions are finally defeated. 

  I want to no longer feel numb, 

  no more sterile moments. 

  No longer shall I drown in the rum, 

  Can I not just close this. 

  End the chapter I call loneliness, 

  disappear from love. 

  Shut the book with iron fists, 

  fly away free like a dove. 

  Why haven't I, 

  why won't I die? 

   

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