Metaphorically dead.

Unable to shake this feeling, as I begin to sink.
Who knows what you’re feeling, who knows what you think.

All I can remember, is the smell of stale rain
As the tears that ran south left their final stain.

My crutch, my rock, my other half
But when I’m begging for you, all you do is laugh

Reading the same notes, again and again
Everything that was us, washed down the drain

Broken memories and fragmented dreams
Waking up late to incoherent screams

Staring until the walls cave in
Giving the reaper the sweetest grin

This bitterness that hollows out my chest,
A pain so violent, it tears at its best

My eyelids droop, sleep trying to evade me
Only then, will you hear my plea

Dark thoughts crowd my head,
I twist and turn, remembering what you said

You let me down once,
And now you’re doing it again.