The setting sun

By far my worst fear is the setting sun;

Yet not on the sky, but in my mind,

Every inch of happiness goes, 

Even when most are trying to be kind.

Each second I think over what you said,

Wondering if I did any wrong;

Is this panic just all in my head?

Or have you hated me all along.

I know it is; all of it is my fault,

Is that why you dislike me very much?

Perhaps it's because sadness is my default,

That you begin to drift away with one touch?

Maybe I'm just starting to annoy you,

Perhaps you don't want to care about me,

Am I just too depressed? If only you knew,

How we both agree how dead I should be.

My soul is empty and I'm just a silhouette,

For I am hollow and so very broken;

If only, before all this, you and I met,

Because, now who I once was is unspoken.