The tears fall,
On a steady path,
Down my face.
As the night goes on.
I can't speak.
Can't breathe.
Can't feel.
Can't even hear..
My heart beat.
The tears fall,
On a steady path,
Down my face.
As I stare up at the ceiling.
All I can feel,
Are the tears on my face,
Dripping onto my neck,
Into my hair.
Out of my eyes.
Emotion..
Gone.
I'll never get it,
Back.
All I can hear,
Is the fan to my left.
It goes on,
But I know it must stop,
Soon.
Just like this day.
And the next.
And then,
I'll have to leave.
Once again.
Here I am.
Waiting for my words,
To make things better.
But something tells me,
I shouldn't hold my breath.
The tears fall,
On a steady path,
Down my face.
As I make up words,
Trying to understand..
What I feel.
Because there has to be something..
Besides the numbness,
That threatens,
To take over.
Once again.
How can I explain,
That every time I have to leave..
I die.
Inside.
Just a little more.
It kills me.
And they'll never know,
Just how much.
Because surely,
That would kill them too.
Is it pathetic,
That this happens,
Every time?
Shouldn't it get easier?..
But no.
It doesn't.
It gets so much,
Harder.
And every time..
It feels like I'll never,
Come back.
But all well.
I still have,
One more day.
So with a heartbroken
Resolve,
I will end this collection,
Of empty words..
And wipe the tears,
From my face.
Turn off the light.
Welcome the darkness.
And pray that my dreams,
Will be peaceful, tonight.
YOU ARE READING
The Words of a Person
PoetryMy words. Typed. As if- They could ever be called- Neat. *WARNING* Life is fucked up- So I guess I am too.
