What Does It Mean?

My Thoughts.

I sit alone, watching the hours go by. 

But nothing is there, and I am too shy. 

I think you might have been ignoring me,

I think you hate everything I want you to be. 

But these are just my thoughts,

I watch the stars, thinking of where you are.

So far and yet so close, with the push of a button.

But that doesn't happen. 

I wait, and wait, and wait but not return. 

And the longer I sit, the more my stomach churns. 

My heart was fluttering, now your gravity is pulling it down. 

And now, now I am walking around my town. 

My thoughts not together, 

trying my best to avoid my brother. 

Why must you be gone?

Why must I think that you are done?

My thoughts are nothing I want them to be. 

It's just the bad things circle around me. 

Are you hurt?

Are you lost? 

Or are you tossed. 

Shall I back away?

Shall I hide?

Or should I just stand here and abide.