The Swallows and the Sunsets

When You're Gone. When You Need Them.

This emptiness seems to infect the people around me.

An invisible plague that destroys everything in its wake, internally.

When I get like this, it seems that so does everyone else.

Before I even utter the depths of my loneliness, they come to me with theirs,

So it's never a good time to talk about this infestation in my mind.

I never knew a chemical imbalance inside my brain could ruin me more than taking chemicals that make me become unbalanced.

I plead to popcorn white walls to give me a reason to keep breathing. I look to the sky to tell me a reason to give up.

Everyday feels like an ending point.

This hurts me more than any heartbreak.

I have become blatant, not caring what I say in hopes that maybe someone will actually listen. In hopes that this endless cycle of pleading with God and the universe will stop.

But they only care when you're gone.

They'll never care when you need them.