Home alone, Waiting for him to walk through the door.
With every step that he takes another tear falls the the floor.
I know what your going through, There is no need to hide.
Depression is just word explaining that your dying inside.
People tell you what he's doing, Yet you sit there and smile.
To afraid to face the truth, To afraid to be denied.
He took away your everything, Your choking on the words he said.
Now your left wondering, 'Are you any better of dead?'
You hate him with passion though you can't let him go.
Your minds left confused, You can hear his voice echo.
Slowly you write down the words you don't dare to say.
Living life in the shadows awaiting your dying day.
By Emily Lucas
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This poem is dedicated to my friend, she was cheated on and I felt the need to make a poem about it.
