lonely speaks silent.

Sitting alone in the dark once again.
wearing only blankets and tears.
I am bare. And left to myself.
Talking... saying everything is alright
who else will?

Friends find separate paths
and I will always be alone
even with him near
only cold and sad.
He doesn't warm my heart anymore
only his bed. . .
He used to tell me things
personal things nobody else was meant to hear.
So he sinks deeper into my thoughts
the more he talks, I listen.
But when it comes my turn
my turn to speak, to be heard
nothing happens.
nothing!
just meaningless words mumbling from my lips
that he refuses to care about..
so somebody care about me.
I know I can be monster
but you are too...

sitting alone...The dark caresses my body
solace...comfort... loneliness..