WITHOUT

Life is lived through others
Like the rain through thunder.
Loudly and wet with lots of regrets.
With sadness and tears, hopes and fears.
With little wispers in your ears.
It gets to you breaking you
Feeling hopless and confused your left alone.
Fending for yourself like a child who needs help.
needing and wanting
your unfolded, exposed
for the world to see
Its just you
You with out me