I tried, I attempted
Does that count?
I tried to open your mouth
I only longed for emotion
Hopeful of an honest response
You dropped my feelings
Into silence
And left my hand alone
Your eyes are empty
Lost in some memory
Or  perhaps you've forgotten
Until there is nothing
Only you
I attempted
But you let me go

It's like slowly suffocating from inhaling toxic judgment, lies and even worse, silence. Lonesome longing for what can never take place because naivety only happens once in a lifetime and after your glass heart shatters, the pieces become impossible to pick up. You have to sweep them up as best you can and the tiny shards left behind to linger in the corners of your memory, haunt, never to be forgotten. It is a slow bitter taste that stays on the tongue long after swallowing down the outbursts. It is the tears of pain from the thick smokey air you can cut with a knife.

Why am I so scared of death?
Is it the possibility of eternal life?
Or the idea of seeing nothing after my last breath?

What do you do
When religion no longer makes any kind of sense?
But
The thought of death makes you sweaty and tense?

What can I do to fix this?
When my anxiety levels are high enough as is?
Please, give me something, anything.

Just a few moments of peace and bliss.