Who's there

If there’s a world empty of passion

I’d like to see it

If there’s a world missing pain

I’d want to see it

If this breakdown I’m going through

Is rather a dream

I’d want to wake up

If it’s not a dream

I’d want to sleep and never wake up

You’d never know how it feels,

To shiver,

To burn,

To melt,

To cry,

And to fall apart for no apparent reason

You’d just be there,

Walking by, never realizing

My presence, never of importance

A passion never cared

I wish I’d never fallen for you

I wish I’d never love you so much

I wish I can stop these tears

Running down my cheek.

Why a man viewed confident

Seen cocky,

Seem strong,

Have now shattered, fallen apart, collapse,

On to this piece of parchment

That is now emblazing my tears

Into words my mind doesn’t even understand

Why is my pen still running?

I do not know

Why is this parchment, wet,

Still taking in all this rain of pain?

Why God why?

Can my wishes ever come true?

Can my questions ever be answered?

Finally words have run short

And my pen has seized to continue

My scarred heart still searing

My shivering hands trying to write

My weakened soul trying to find answers

Who’s there!

…

No one, how absurd am I

To expect anyone to care

Leaving now

Good bye