lying here
the sound of silence
stillness, quiet
the tenor note of breath is my own..
and i'm alone
all alone
and i've never not been alone
i've never not been without
i've never not been doubting
me, myself, and
i'm not myself
my self has got up and left
a me shaped hole in my chest
and i'm not the same
can i not be more clear??
could every one not disappear on me..
i'm sorry i'm not the me i used to be
please.. you do not know..