i have been looking

looking for hope,

but only finding sarrow.

you tell me to never give in,

give in to the numbing void,

the void of death.

you said you would always be there for me.

that you would never leave me.

but when i needed you the most

all i could find was your absent filled hole.

all i felt was melancholy 

and dread.

and from the dread came the grave feeling of being withdrawn,

withdrawn from everyday life.

the life that i grew to love,

but now wish for anything else.