Sitting alone amidst the darkest of days,
staring at his own juxtapose,
an image of someone he wants was,
an image of the past...
How he wished to return,
how he longed for everyone to forget,
how he cried everyday,
how he felt pain.
But now his cold heart,
oblivious of everything around,
entangled in an array of disaster,
entrenched in a prison of his own making
Sometimes he wished to be cared for,
he longed for concern,
but now... all is lost,
all has faded to black
His tears had seeped through the cracks,
and he could no longer hide,
looking for pity?
perhaps.
Too strong he stood alone,
trying to be brave,
but each time he ends up falling,
back into his own grave
Alast this story has come to an end,
a story of a man who could not understand,
how to stop loving someone,
and how to let go again,
because when you lose what you've been fighting for,
the world just seems insane,
Alone. Always alone.
