I wonder if I said I need someone how many will come
I wonder if I said I need to talk how many will listen
I wonder if I said I need to cry how many will care
I wonder if I said I need to die how many will try to stop me

Her echo grows further
I am losing her
Or maybe
She's already gone
Maybe she has never woken up in the morning praying I'd leave her mind
Or maybe she has
Sick of running from pain
Tired of hoping you'd call
Why when I had you I didn't want you
And without you, everything feels numb?

The street light that usually blazes outside my window at night has gone cold.
The light was never welcome.
Unless my curtains were fully drawn
It's relentlessness gaze burned
Through my eyelids
Branding itself
On my retinas,
And even when
The curtain was closed
It soaked through it
Like too much blood
Through not enough bandage.

But now the light is gone
Leaving darkness—no.
Leaving emptiness
Where it once proudly stood.
It was like a knife
Buried deep in flesh
But not letting
Too much blood
Escape from my body.
Without warning
Or proper preparation
The knife has been ripped out
And I am left
With a gaping hole
Where the street light once was.