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Jul 2016
Tonight, the last piece of hope vanished,
Vanished, in the rain running down my hair,
Vanished, in the wind breezing past my cheeks.
All these months you were my spark,
My spark in this darkness.
The thing I could think of when I thought so less about myself.
I always thought there was still you, over there.

Tonight you showed me,you don't need me.
You don't want me and you don't want to meet me.
You were the only person where I thought I could be myself,
But no,
Myself isn't enough.
Not enough for you, not enough for anyone.
Totally alone,
Again,
But now without the sparkle,
Without the day dreaming lifting me from the horrifying reality.
Nothing of that is left.
Nothing of me is left.
Ceeam
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Ceeam  Europe
(Europe)   
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