Nothing in my pocket,
Nothing on my shoe.
I'm going around in circles
Im someone I thought I knew

Left, broken and heavy
With nothing on my plate.
You've gone and run away,
And as always I'm too late.

I want him back, you know?
I wouldn't tell a soul
He'd laugh back in my face
But in me he's left a hole.
I want his little hand
to burrow deep in mine.
Lay my head upon his chest
And be with him all the time.
Hes gone and found another
Left me to fall apart.
I wish he would come back to me,
And heal my broken heart.

He left.
when he left, he took a part of me with him.
the most important part, my soul, my heart, my happiness.
he took it all with him.
There was nothing left of me.
the memories would slowly fade as time went on.
I still wonder why he left me when i needed him the most.
what did i do to deserve a life like this?

Shot with words,
Enemies to a stranger,
How dare that wicked girl be his,
I love him and now I am left,
I'm abandoned by his desire,
Pain is all consuming,
Darkness covers the light,
And at times I hate him,
But love and hate are too similar,
One strong feeling towards another,
I love him,
I hate him,
It's all about him,
Not me,
Not the unlovable girl waitingin the dark.

Entering the void with rainy eyes induced by the manipulating agent who was undercover under her covers. And as the rush came this lush dame was soon abandon in the emptiness which were her hopes and dreams/ she could not cope but scream in the darkness that now became her home. She graps at truth but it eludes her, only the false promises that were pumped into her heart remain. They whisper to her constantly, spewing poison in a fading mind, eviserated spirit; body laying in twisted sheets staring at a pitch black celling that reminds her of the heart that was cruely tricked and abandoned longing for the simpler times, but is now choked by the thorns of lost love.  Faith fades, confusion takes hold of once unshakable consciencness of oneself, paradise is lost; a dystopia now surrounds a once blissful secure island of Elysian splendor. Left alone, scorned; this furious angel is being driven maddingly insane by the cold silence that has taken the place of a loving embrace. A million thoughts and questions flood her mind but only one replays itself, "why"? And each time a tiny piece of her heart falls into her hand and slips out of the cracks like grains of sand. But this once radiant muse that would make even the mighty aphrodite envious must pull herself together for the burning light of reality is shining through the darkness cutting through revealing the vacancy which she did not think was possible and face the truth that her thoughts were not her own, but a well contructed fairy tale told from the parasitic snake that fed off her passionate trusting heart. She cries for release to come soon, but alas a new day is steady approaching and now she must hide that pain with a untruthful smile to take attention from the empty void left in her chest; as for the rest? That is unknown......

And yet, you stand there,
proud for no reason,
without noticing that you've hurt so many...
Will you even realize it?
Can you see clear enough to do this?
I wanna help you, but every time I see your pride,
I back up...Remember...Did you see me when I was there?

And? Where are now the people you thought you could rely on?
They've left...
They've left you behind and they don't care about you anymore.
They care only when it profits them...that's the only "glorious" moment that you feel important,
at least for a second...
I know..it hurts...
but you must learn to live with it..although it's painful...

Of course I'll miss you when you're gone...
The moments will become memories for a lifetime,
a lifetime with your absence.
I'll look at the sky every morning at 6 a.m. alone.
Please...tell me you'll do the same.
The sky...this is how I'll remember you.
I'll see your eyes in the sky..
Goodmorning sunshine.

My memories pile up
Like clumsy white clouds
Against a backdrop of pure blue
Casually bumping into each other
Without a "pardon me"
Or a second glance
Memories compiled of the days we spent
The days where every second was
Filled with feeling
Whether it be intense and passionate
Or lonely and desolate
I'm not sure if I feel anymore
Or if I've become like the sun
Lazily drifting in out of the clouds
Sometimes radiating artificial warmth
If only to try to keep others happy
And it's becoming harder to escape
The muddle of these puffy white shapes
And more and more nights
I'm spending lying awake at
Times of the night that cause overthinking in some
And pregnancies in others
Trying to blow the clouds off the
Remnants of my sanity
But I can't seem to find a way
To make my skies clear blue again