• So tired of trying,
    so sick of crying,
    on the outside I'm smiling,
    but inside I'm dying.

    The blackest of tears,
    most dangerous of thoughts,
    as everyone I love disappears;
    hopeless, unloved, betrayed, lost.

    I'm trying not to let,
    these tears
    I shed show,
    endlessly confused, hateful, depressed.

    He should be here.
    For me.
    He's not.

    Gone with the rest,
    as they leave me here,
    bleeding,
    to stumble,
    depressed,
    through darkness.

    Death welcomes me,
    I walk forward
    without fear,
    leaving this world.

    Looking back,
    here,
    there's light,
    HE is light.
    He pulls me back,
    the light swallowing me.
    Willingly I let it consume me,

    fine for the moment.
    Darkness is always near,
    It will come back.
    For me.