Sometimes,
I feel dead,
My fingertips,
Are blue and cold,
Sometimes,
I feel nothing,
Not even when he's here,
Beside me,
Sometimes,
I am hollow,
And only the pain,
Can mask the emptiness,
Sometimes,
I can't breathe,
And just as I begin,
To fade away,
Something pulls me back
©Nicola-Isobel H. 15.04.2011