Lost

The hurt and the pain,
ne'er ceasing, my wet face,
frown always creasing,
my face, which once held love.

Black is my color once more,
I'm afraid I've stopped living,
in your absence instead.
Now my heart has turned to stone.

I've tried to find another like you,
but they cannot add up,
now that we're "through."
If rocks could bleed, I'd be dry,
perhaps that's why I'm afraid,
that you want to try.

I'm Lost.