What happened

2:45 in the morning when i bear my soul.
tear soaked pages are the only witnesses.
i call out but there is no answer. no solace or comfort from your words, you aren't here to speak them.
and you aren't here to soothe these wounds.

i dive headfirst into the bottle. sorrow and regret are my only companions tonight. the cold stings my face
and burns my ears. the telltale signs of life.
i am still here, i am still alive. but i am even more alone
with the company of pain and anger. why are you gone?
why did you abandon me?what crime did i commit? some grievous offense to warrant this lonely exile in the darkest parts of my tortured mind.

9:35 in the morning when i lay my head on my pillow,
to once again let my tears and sobs of misery lull me to sleep, my cries are the only noise as i drift hopefully away, into a sweet dream where you are still here lying next to me, and we are still happy, and nothing is or could ever be wrong. and maybe this time when i wake it wont be only a dream.