Nostalgia

Some cry
Tears.
I cry
Nothing. 
For I have felt 
Happiness and gladness 
Sorrow and sadness 
Desperation and madness.
Now I feel
Nothing. 

A sigh of exhaustion falls from my mouth

As I'm waiting...

Should I stay or go?

Debating.

Dark night and frigid air,
I am cold
You do not care.
'Wait for me'
Those words are embedded in my head
but the promises you spoke are dead.
2am, the time I dread,
I should be asleep instead...

Waiting here, park bench
Cringing from the stench 
Of nostalgia.
Bitter, disheartening 
Nostalgia.
'wait for me'
I am waiting. 
Waiting for the nothingness that is you
Nostalgia.

They stare at me and wonder why
But they do not ask or even try
To understand.
Happiness was ripped from my hands,
They will never understand...

I am not happy or glad
Sorrowful or sad
I am not in despair and I am not mad.
I am nothing,
For I feel
Nothing.

Look into my eyes
Tell me,
What do you see ?
Nothing, nothingness is me.
Blank stares and empty eyes
You'll never find me,
Don't try.

The sun rises, 

Another day passed.
Oh, how the time flew fast.
Pocket knife, carve a mark
Will I ever leave this park?
'wait for me'
I am waiting. 
I feel nothing, I am nothing 
I am waiting
For nothing,
Nostalgia.