Alone

I finally have the nerve to lift a pencil, and now fear the words I wish to say. The feeling I wish to show. I want someone to understand me. What I’m going through. People try, but they don’t get anywhere even close. I want to tell someone, to make them see how much I’ve died since he left. The fears that keep me crying until I finally fall into a fitful sleep. But no one will ever see that side of me. Not that it matters, they wouldn’t understand anyways. They are blind to my feelings, my pain. It’s something I’ll have to live with, the same way I did it before he ever came into my life. Alone.