Months have pasted since I wanted nothing but to rip out my veins,
How the times change,
But the lonely summer months are back,
And I feel the darkness creeping,
Behind my back where I cannot see,
At a loss for words my friends retreat,
Back to their homes of comfort,
While mine echos with the sound of used to be foot steps,
With nothing left I fight my mind,
Its thoughts not welcomed,
For I know what comes of this,
The darkness is welcoming,
But in the light my friends stand,
Waving me to them,
But how could they know,
I'm drowning while they're next to me breathing just fine.
