What Will Stay

I still sit in the corner, where all my tears leave my eyes. 

Finding comfort in the feelings that are swallowing me.

My skin turns cold with no one to sit by or talk to. 

My face loses color and feeling. As if in the cold.

I'm starving to be noticed, to be asked if i'm ok.

I can't take this much longer. Not having anyone.

No one to talk to; cry on; hug; hold; love.

I still love him. He doesn't really know it.

Voices whispers his name when i'm alone.

Torturing me; mocking me; laughing at me.

"Any girl like you deserves the best".

No, if that was true, I would already have it. 

I never put myself higher than another.

Nothing is different between me and the next.

Besides I'm dealing with more issues maybe.

So, i'll let the darkness be my light and the nights

be my day, my good-byes be my hellos, and good nights

be my good mornings. The tears will become tattoos and the

scars to memories.