Mitchell Clark

He was the only one i ever believed in.
but I don't think I could do this again.
He was the answer I thought could never be found.
I just never thought that day would come around.
It's hard to know that the world is still spinning
and I am still in it.
Why aren't we in it together?
I really thought "us" would be forever.
Now I am banging on the door of my sorrow.
I pray constantly that there will be no tomorrow.
I wish more than anything to make this work
so very much that it hurts.
To him, my all I keep giving.
But he won't accept it as long as I am still living.
Whether I leave or stay or live or die . . .
Does he even care?
For me, no matter what, will he still be there?
He promised to be mine for all of time.
but just like everything else, that too, was a lie.
Now, he barely even says hello and goodbye.
I only want him to talk to me and let me in.
When will this ever end?
My eyes are still red from the endless tears shed.
But, for him, no more can I cry.
I just wish that he hadn't so suddenly said goodbye.
as I try to understand it all,
I still will, forever fall.
I ask myself one question..."Why?"
why does the sun still shine?
why does the clock still tell time?
Why does the moon still glow?
why do the hours pass by so slow?
why do the flowers still bloom?
Please tell me this will end soon!
why do people still walk around without a care,
Not knowing he is not there?
They don't realize my whole world has just disappeared.
They have no clue that he is no longer here.
I need him like a heart needs a beat.
It is hard to know why cars still fill the streets.
why are there still buildings?
People don't get that i also have feelings!
why do the birds still joyfully sing?
And how on earth can the bells still ring?
Oh, how painfully my tears sting!!!!
All i ask is for him to help me deal
with such a sharp feeling that I've never felt.
slowly, i am dying and fading.
for he is killing me more and more with each glance.
I despise all of this fear and hating.
I just want one second chance.
I find myself wondering why i am standing over here
Instead of where I belong . . . over there.
I would give anything to receive what is truly fair.
It is as if I am walking on glass that is broken.
On my thoughts, I am slowly choking.
I just want to run away for the remainder of my days.
I would find a sheltered place to hide...
A place where i could dry my red, teary eyes.