Tears

I sit alone in the darkness

Cold and lifeless.

I was left alone to die

Withered and helpless.

I am nothing now.

Just a shell.

All that I once had has slipped through my fingers into darkness.

Shadows and death rule my unlife.

My heart burns with the pain of my existence.

My questions are few, but they are all that I am now.

I must ask,

Why did you have to kill me?

Why did I need to die?

Where do my tears go when I cry?

Do they sleep peacefully in a world of bliss?

Or do they fall down and die like me?

Who am I now?

Who am I really?

Do I have a name?

Do I have someone who cares for me?

How do you smile?

How do you breathe?

How does it feel to exist as you do now?

Did I really have that once?

Or was I always this shell?

Did I once bleed?

Did I once smile?

Why was the one I love torn from my lifeless heart?

Will I ever escape this ice cold prison which has become my home?

Will I ever feel the sun stroke my cheek, telling me life is fine and joyous?

Where do my tears go and why?

Why do they flow from my eyes?

Why do I worry about such things?

Is it because tears are the only things I have left to connect me with life?

Do they make me feel alive when they hurt?

Does the pain tell me I can feel?

Do I enjoy it?

Why can I only feel pain?

Why is there no longer any joy?

Why am I alone?

It really doesn’t matter.

I am alone and I will remain that way forever.

There is nobody for me.

Nobody that deserves the pain I feel.

I am truly alone.

I am truly dead.

All that I have now are my tears…

My tears and my pain.