alone

laying in the dark, crying, wondering what it was I did wrong this time.

The constant confusion of is it me or is it him or is it us or is it something unknown, is my only companion in the dark.

i think I'd rather have my warm tears than the cold chasm of animosity.

The unyielding sorrow is warmer in my heart than the fake attempt of sincerity.

Laying in the dark, crying for someone lost that was never mine.

Feeling the hole of nothingness where my heart once was.

Becky