Just in time,... to be too late

This is the truth about my life.

I sit here with a pen in hand, Writing all the things i cannot understand.
Thoughts of you, thoughts of myself , how did i put myself on this dusty old shelf.
My heart is broken and for a minute hasn't been beating. I just keep cutting myself, to just see the bleeding, the heart, the love, all the things that heartbreak is made of.

I lay at night and close my eyes, Silence all around me, All those memories taunting me. With hands on my belly, Tears streaming down my cheeks, how could you just erase me ?

Life is beating inside me, Striving to come out and bring forth the prophacy of my dreams. A voice inside me, telling me it'll be okay. yet your not here, your always far away. One minute you wanted me, wanted this life, Then when it felt to real, you escaped and left me behind. What we dreamed is finally happening, and im in this dream all alone.

God im tired of crying. i have run dry,.. why are we born just to die? Why do we love when it dies. God please tell me why was i choosen to bare this gift, when im not the one he never miss.