Despair

I spend my days mostly feeling blue
And wishing you and I weren't through
Even though I know that you
Are undeserving of the unswerving
Love and adoration that I have for you.

Most nights while in my bed I lie
I cry and cry, or sometimes just sigh
And often, weeping, wonder why
My heart has to be in two parts
But my desperate questions get no reply.

The world knows not what I am feeling
For I spend my days mostly concealing
The fact that inside I am bleeding
And the pain is so much that again
My quiet sobbing turns to screaming.