Nothing Left

I really have no idea where this came from but here it is.

When the lights go down and the day fades away,

do you know who you are? What role you play?

I certainly know mine, tragic though it may seem.

I make others smile when I want to scream.

 

All I want is to laugh, to dream, to smile,

but I've forgotten how, it's been quite awhile.

Of course I feel pain, know happy and such,

I'm even in love, but I don't feel much.

 

I thought that by giving all the help I could,

I'd get some help back. Of course I would!

 

...right...?

 

wrong

 

By giving and giving without giving a thought,

I left myself empty, without the help I sought.

All that love and emotion came from me.

I'd left none for myself, I soon would see.

 

At first I blamed God, then Fate, then Life.

Now finally me. I caused this strife.

 

I robbed myself and gave it away.

Left myself to wonder for forever and a day

why I tore myself apart to please the world.

Why when the lights go down, the curtain uncurls,

 

I'm alone.

 

There's only emptiness and the darkness inside

holding me prisoner to drown in tears cried.

There's nothing left, no glimmer of light

to guide me through and break up the night.

 

If you're reading, I'm sorry, I'm willing to bet

you're waiting for "but, there's still hope yet.",

but there is no hope, it's all dead and done.

No happy ending, I fear darkness has won.

Author's Note

It has no flow, no real purpose but I had to write it and I hope you understand.
~Blessed Be and Merry Meet, Merry Part, Merry Meet Again