And I'm Gone

Gone

Gone is my soul.

   I get no peace in the world. No love is thrown my way, and what is is of the wrong kind, from the wrong person. Nothing is left to tie me down to this hellish place I live. It would be so easy to leave it all behind, as easy as 1... 2... 3... gone. But I do not for fear of what should happen to those I love if I did.

Gone is my heart.

   There is nothing left for me to give, unless stones count. Stones that are all that's left of my cold, dead heart. I used to love but now it seems all I can do is breath. Sit here and breath stale, life giving air. But only if that air would go away, let me suffocate, would I be once again happy.

Gone is my life.

   I sit here day and night breathing, blinking, thinking. Thinking about the happy times, the times where life was simple. But now its not, nothing is simple now. Only one thing is, you know what that one thing is? The end, it comes so easy. It sweeps you off you feet in a hot embrace. It might hurt a little but it's nothing compared to the pain of living.

   So why not just end? Why? You just keep on suffering day and night. Never accomplishing anything, never fulfilling your dreams. Just sitting there waiting for the end that cant seem to come fast enough.