It comes out of the dark spaces.
Living in my closet,
behind the door,
under the bed.

It creeps up on me,
when I'm least expecting it.
Sending me
chills.

And for some reason,
it can tell
when you're not around
to help.

"You don't understand,
you don't understand!", you cried.
It's not like
you understood me either.

We met
and played a game.
I was bad at it,
for that I'm sorry.

We met
and had coffee.
I got your order wrong,
for that I'm sorry.

We met
and talked about that book.
I didn't like it,
for that I'm sorry.

We met
and then we didn't.
You, now,
no longer want to meet with me.

My heart is so full of feelings.
Head full of thoughts.
I showed them to you,
now my eyes are full of tears.

I know you're wondering,
If anyone's listening.
I know, the thought of being unheard
is sickening.

But keep writing.
Keep singing.
Keep talking.

I hear you.
We hear you.

The I arose,
and the World greeted me
by dragging me along
for another day
I didn't want.

My words shouldn't be
on a piece of paper.
I wanted to give them
to you.
But for now,
this'll do.