You know, sometimes you just don’t care where the tears fall
On a book
On a page
On your skirt
Streaming down your face,

Nothing seems to matter.

All meaning is gone.
You don’t think – don’t speak
All you know

Is that you are sad
Wretched
Heart-broken
Lost


Alone…
Alone in your own little world of solitude and emptiness
No one else can reach you there
And you may wonder

If they even care to.
Where are they?
Why there?
Why not here?

With me?


Why not here with me?
It’s funny.
Although all you may want is peace,
You can’t help but question

Why anyone hasn’t tried to break that peace.