I'll Be Waiting

I want someone to come knock on my door
I want you to be the one to pick me up off the floor
I need a thumb to brush the tears from my cheeks
I need your touch that I've been dreaming of for weeks
My body still waits for my rescuer
My hearts prays that they'll come sooner.

Alone, sitting by my door
Lonely, laying on the floor
Crying, curled up like a child
Breathing, my heart's gone wild.

Hope grips it's way up my throat
Fear shakes down to make me choke
Whimpers bubble up and tumble out
Pathetic cries softened, not to shout
Dead silence, except for in my mind
Secret symphonies and melodies no one can find.

Beating, erratic rhythms of the heart
Cheating, the lying lines of the chart
Killing, off your own self happiness
Dying, by yourself in creeping loneliness.

Pillows and blankets don't make up for your heat
A cold pain in my side, my own special treat.
Deliciously depressing, the taste of ashes on my tongue
Works it's way to my heart to coat it with dark grunge
I'll wait again for you,
alone, up all night.
I'll try to patient too
and hope everything will be alright