ALONE

I wrote this when i was in the hospital for cutting myself and being suicidal, that was about a year ago and i still have trouble getting over cutting... this is mostly about how i felt and about my exs mom, whom i feel is a mother to me... but anyway, here it is.

I sit here,
staring out the window,
listening,
watching,
waiting,
waiting for my hero to come take me away.
I'm biting my nails,
anticipation takes over,
when will i be able to fly away?
when will this (hospital) bracelet come off?
when will your car pull into the lot?
when will you leave again?
I'm so sorry,
sorry i never said i love you the way i do,
sorry i have to feel this way,
so sorry you cried.
but ill always remember the way you held me,
and just let me cry.
i need you,
and i need you still.
your not visiting today,
but you promise for tomorrow,
hopeful promises made only for me,
only for my dying hope,
my dying faith,
and my dying soul.
i can feel it dying,
can you see it?
please tell me you see it,
because if not, then i truly am...
alone