My living hell

standing in this narrow street,
my feet begin to throb with pain,
everything around me seems to crumble as the crowd slips away.
My throat is raw and course as i sob your name in vain,
my sorrow grows with every step,
facing each and every last regret,
i reach for you,
you turn away,
i cry for you,
you fade away,
hand out stretched,
i let you go,
with out you, life i realise is my living hell.