Sky is clear,
the moon is out,
all is quiet except the sound of the wind blowing,
in the corner of the room,
I'm kneeling,
tears gliding down my face,
shivering from the cold,
wanting nothing more than someone to hold,
so alone in this nightmare of a life
no laughter,
no joy,
i see no reason to go on,
no one would know anything was amiss,
if i no longer,
exist
