Afraid and Alone

Claw to get out of these depths of despair,
reach for the ones that are no longer there,
pushed away by all your fears.
Growing tired of shedding tears
from losing those left behind
when pain overtook your mind.

There’s only a few left for you now.
They’re still there, though you don’t know how.
Almost gone like all the rest
who grew tired of dealing with such a pest.
Lie to the world; say you want them to leave,
but you know it’s only yourself you deceive.

You can crumple your pride with all your might,
let the tears flow and hold on tight
to the last bit of hope on the cliffs' ledge,
to the morphine drip, for your hearts on the edge.
Let them pick you up from the ground.
You may be lost, but they’ll help you be found.

Or throw away what's keeping you here.
Push away all of those too near.
No one can hurt you when you’re alone,
laying by yourself on the cold stone.
Curl up in the safety of your shell,
though you know you'll die in this lonely Hell