Gone

by Bastakils

Just a random angsty bit of drabble. Ohh fine take the fun out of guessing it is Roxane's point of view. This is just a one shot by the way and please R&R.

Disclaimer: Oh Honestly I don't own the characters and no I sadly and sickeningly don't own any of Basta's stupendous knifes.

A/N: This story is a load of crap, thank you, I do realize this. Peer pressure is the cause of this random, terrible, angsty junk that is awarded to my dear fiend, I mean friend, Penny. Now get off my back. Just guess the point of view.

Gone

Gone
Gone for so
Long
I can hardly
Feel
Anymore through the
Pain
Of that dreadful
Lose
But still it
Lingers
Tearing at my
Heart
Slowly ripping it
Out
While I'm still
Wishing
For a small
Relief
To once more
Live
With out the
Dread
Of the next
Day
When it will
Return
What if it
Never
Lets me be
Alone
Why let it
Affect
Me so much
More
Than I should
Love
The governing feeling
Controls
All my actions
Ohh
Why is he
Ohh
Why is he
Gone.