Gone Forever

January 12, 2014

Thoughtless,

traumatized by fear.

I'm sitting in the lonely world without you.

You're gone now,

no coming back.

You're not here.

It was my fault.

I cry every night.

My tears begin to sing

and dance to the depressed beats

because I miss you.

I stay to my self

frozen with hurt.

I don't want to make any more damage

or get hurt worse.

If I'd been there

that one last day,

you would be sitting here

with me

instead of fear.

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