Lost.

It's dark.
I'm afraid.
You've left me here,
To dig my own grave.

I'm deep in a mess with no one around,
I try to scream but make no sound.
You laugh in my face, say it's my fault I'm here.
Maybe your right I fear.

You twist all my thoughts,
Thoughts I've never spoken.
I drown in my tears of sorrow,
Because I know you won't be my tomorrow.

Maybe this is all a bad dream.
I hope and pray it is.
For I won't be able to cope
With you groping at another victim like me.

It'll be like I'm reliving it all,
Looking from above with you and her.

Hopefully she'll realize her fate
And disperse from you.
Or maybe she'll take your bait,
And become lost and rueful too.