I'm laying here right next to you,
But it feels like your not even here,
At this darkest hour of the night,
Your silence is my deepest fear.
Our world seemed to be getting better,
But your silence signals something wrong,
I'm laying here, headphones in.
Constantly listening to this same fucking song.
The music drowns out the echos,
Of the pain ripping me apart,
The guitars, drums, base and screaming vocals,
Act like bandages repairing my damaged heart.
The war within my head,
Is now at full force,
Because whenever I ask you if you're happy with us,
You turn around and say ofcourse.
Its clear to me that you are not you,
And right now I am not me,
I guess now only time will tell,
How this is going to be.
When will you come back,
And stop my breaking heart
Because how this is going right now,
Were quickly drifting apart.
I leave this poem to sit and wait for more,
Now in the darkness I'm alone,
This confusion is ripping me to the core,
And loneliness will soon become my home.