room.

why have you gone,
to leave me,
a pity
a mope
a slag.
i need you,
and
i was there when you needed me.
i was your crutch,
i was your punching bag,
i was what you needed me to be.
but here i lie,
in pain,
in tears,
blood covering my limp,
sullen body.
and
where,
where are you?
where the f**k are you.
where,
where the f**k is anyone.
am i nothing?
am i finally right.

i digress, goodbye.

d.g.

Author's Note

based on a true story,
i'm not emo,
i like typing with lowercases.