I am sinking.
Sinking deeper and deeper
Into the cold, black depths.
Currents caress my legs,
Tugging me under
I do not fight them.
I cannot fight them.
There is nothing left to fight for.
There was someone once,
A point of light to reach towards.
An island in the darkness.
But she is gone.
And I am cut free
To drift through the oceans of my mind
Alone and unnamed.
How I wish it could be different.
Hope, such a small word
With such a bright flame
But the brighter the light,
The darker the night
When you realise there is nothing left to burn for.
No hope, warmth or love
Just wrappers
Blowing in the wind.
There are others
Down here in the darkness.
People, floating silently by
Faces blank and staring.
We are the empty people,
The ones who have nothing left
This place is ours,
Filled with broken hearts and silent screams.
We are ghosts of the living
Of what was and what could have been.
Do you pity us?
Creatures of the light,
Do you see our frightened eyes?
And wish to help?
Do not, we are not pitiable beings
We simply are.
I have chosen my path,
As you have chosen yours.
My heart is to full of dark
To walk in the ways of the light.
So I choose to forget,
But forgetting is hard
When everything you see
Reminds you of them.
You say you do not know me
But you do.
I am the child standing alone
While other children laugh and jeer
Never reacting.
I am the scream that wakes you
So full of pain and loss
It hurts you just to hear.
Death would be a relief
Escape from this torment of the soul
But it does not come yet,
I wait endless days and endless nights
You say I am brave
Not giving up, fighting
But I am a coward.
And I am so alone.