Thursday, 13 December 2012


I want to cry
I want to die
I want to sleep
This night away.

I hate the thought
I hate the emotion
I hate the heaviness
Of feeling this way.

I wish she'd call
I wish she'd text
I wish she'd let me know
If she's ok.

I want to know
I want to understand
I want to find out
Why she did this to me.

I wonder whether
I wonder if
I wonder why
She hasn't tried.

She has the power
She has the right
She shouldn't make me
Feel this unending night.

The night is dark
The night is bleak
The night will end
Only with sleep.