I'm asking, explaining, talking and talking to your back,
Whispering secrets to your sealed ears and yelling out my anger at your absence.
Over and over again I think I've reached the bottom, but every time I seem to sink even deeper.
How come the world lose it's colors,
when nothings really changed.
I'm withering away in the shadow of your silence.
Everything I knew inside is covered by something cold and indefinite.
And I am empty in an empty life,
because of you.
( Please, please, please I beg you, PLEASE vote, just push that little bottom at the number you think is the most fitting for this poem. It's not much to ask for. If you vote me down, please write why, and I'll try to correct the mistake. I will return the favor if you comment.
This poem may seem little and meaningless, but to me, it means far more than you ever could imagine.)
