Left Alone

I write what I know - me

Trembling hands cover my crying eyes
with my elbows propped on my knees
and my back firmly pressed against the wall.

This is where you left me when you walked away,
here out in the open where anyone could see me.

We argued over inane things
that meant nothing to no one,
but seemed to mean the world to you.

Then you stormed away, fuming
from something insignificant I said,
never once looking back
as tears fell down my cheeks.

Now I am truly alone,
with only the pity
of those that pass by
to keep me company.

So I gently rock back and forth,
trying to stop the endless flow
through cold fingers and will alone,

but failing as I wail into the darkness,
screaming a primal scream
that no one pays attention to.

I am just one more crazy person
left to wallow in my confusion
alone, tired, and cold �" without you.

Author's Note

I will never ask anyone to be gentle with me as I have never had anyone be gentle before.

Reviews

[Corset]

But don't you see? This is where you need to be, out here teaching us what it is like so we can better understand those we love and can not fathom the depths of what drives the actions of them...I think if you reached out to this person as you have done with us she would come running, and if she doesn't , well, nothing ventured nothing gained, except the rest of us will KNOW, and you maybe able to understand yourself a little better as well, I hope you keep writing and sharing.

[Emrys Realmskip]

This is brilliant! love how deep the emotion is invested in this piece. :)
WONDERFUL