Loneliness
I can't imagine
my life alone.
Without having someone
I can call my own.
Curled up in my bed
with no one there.
No one to hold me
and tell me they care.
Wake in the morning
tears on my cheeks.
Realize I'm not dreaming
and pull up the sheets.
Sit at my table
conversing with air.
Knowing and hating
that no one is there.
Heart slowly breaking
I crawl back into bed.
If this is my life now,
I'd rather be dead.
Again and again,
the cycle repeats.
No one to hold me,
and share our heartbeats.
A life slowly fading,
to a featureless blur.
A love to be given
if someone was there.
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