Abandoned Street

I can't remember the rhythm of paper and a pen,
I can't even remember how long it's been.
I gave up on writing because I lost you,
What the fuck did you expect me to do?
So I'll weave these words and try to find a poetic justice in my pain, Just because you hope you can, there's no way to stop the rain.
So tell me what am I supposed to be,
Because you didn't want me.
The pain is surreal,
I can't comprehend what I feel.
I'm going to set this right,
For me there is no bright light.
The dark numbness of my sadness creeps in,
Let my soul mutilate from the outside in.
It'll bleed out through these crimson trenches,
My thoughts drown me on frozen benches.
I'm emotionally bleeding to death,
I'm holding my last breath.
So I'll lie my head here on this empty saturated abandoned street,
If I could get away from this sadness but I'm scared who I am and who I could have been will meet.