From the Heart of Nobody

Groggy hopes masked by a stolid face
not for the past five years, but still, maybe some day.
Every morning I lose the battle with my sheets
they weigh me down to the bed so I can keep my despair company
don’t eat, don’t sleep
endless promises I never keep
time stands still when you’ve got no place to be
have plenty of it to waste on misery
One pause after another,
cower under the covers,
wasting my days on security.
My heart beats slowly, not as strong as it is weak
I want to be sad but I don’t feel anything
You painted a pretty picture of what life could be
but you took away the canvas when you broke my heart and stole my dreams
Deserted in the cold, with nothing but tears in my eyes,
spilling out onto my cheeks
I’m dying inside
You don’t have to make someone your everything
to become nothing
when they leave.