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Alone
Is it the emptiness, or the thought of you not here
That makes me feel so alone?
It’s like you’ve gone your own way
And me my own
I can’t feel your love
As I look into the skies above
I scream and you simply look up
Can you see me?
Can you hear me?
Can you kill me?
Could you?
Will you?
Please?
Stop Angie
Think about it
You still want it?
Go and find it
But it’s only December
And the snow won’t fall
What is wrong?
There is a whisper
You are wrong
Now she’s gone
But it was you who whisper to me
Not her this time
It is our future I see
You will get tired of me
You can’t help me
I’m dead
You can’t bring me to life
When you learn it
When you see it
You will leave me like everyone else
Forgotten
Alone
Abandoned
Wishing you didn’t go
But now I’m alone
Abandonment -- nice subject
Abandonment -- nice subject matter! It's actually curable too, although does take some effort to get through. The passing bouts of depression can feel all encompassing and you've expressed it beautifully. Thank goodness they have support groups nowadays, eh? Right at our fingertips. Who woulda ever known we'd ever have such a thing? Equally true though---most times just expressing our feelings can be enough.~peace~
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "