The clouds are gathered
On the horizon
The sun is gone
The moon covered
But I sit out here
All alone...
I sit here in thought
Writing nonsense that
Only makes sense
To someone like me.
Someone broken
Someone lost
Someone torn
Someone who has been
Forgotten lost in time.
I sit here looking up at
The night sky
Watching the lighting
Strike making the clouds
Glow a dark red an purple hue.
I sit here wondering...
"What am I supposed to do?"
You gave no reason
You just left
Yelling an shouting
"You'd be better off dead"
I cried
I begged
I asked you to stay
But you left me....
Broken on the ground.
But now as I sit here
I remember...
"Life is more than love an happiness; it's pain, suffering, regretting... It's living it out no matter what the pain you feel. Because no one gets out of it without feeling the twinge of a broken heart"