-Title is not really to do with the poem, it's just something Andrew used to say to me-
When I try to write my feelings, they never come out right,
When I try to make myself relax, my fears begin to fight,
When I try to forget the pain I feel, it just brings me more,
When I try to relieve the hurt, I fall numbly to the floor.
The lights go out and I feel cold and nothing is there,
It feels like everything is dead and nothing could go wrong,
I don't know how much I've tried to tell myself to not give up,
I know that if I keep these thoughts I will not last for long.
I cry in the middle of the night, when I think no one will know,
I shiver and I toss and turn, and try to break free from my fear,
It'll never truly leave me, but of course, I'll always try,
In the end its just your voice, that I desperately long to hear.
You always save me from my nightmares, and help me to be calm,
But where are you now, you're not here for me anymore,
Theres far too many things for you to do, then helping me,
But Andrew, please come and help me find that loving sunshine I adore.
Don't leave me all alone to face this never ending darkness,
Don't leave me all alone to cope with all the troubles I have,
Don't leave me all alone to try and break down all my walls,
Please don't leave me all alone to face our father's wrath.
I know you never really left me, you're always in my heart,
But my heart is almost breaking, into tiny little parts,
I only wish you could be here, to help me cope with life,
To help me get rid of fears, and to take away my strife.
