Alone

and so it goes

i always end up like this

where i don't know what to think

nor where to turn

and its not like i made an effort

no, no

i was silent and afraid

but still so determined 

to see things my way

and i have no idea why 

im so upset when i only 

silently hoped for reprieve. 

oh but i was so silent 

as if my lips were sewn shut 

and my eyes were open so wide

as to see every moment of you

walking away.

but i saw this coming

i knew this would be the end

so i said nothing

to spare myself the grief--

and that was such a lie

as the grief is ten times worse now--

but still i stay silent

so silent 

because i say something now

why, its all ready too late

and those words might be my last

and id rather not have

'you meant so much to me'

chiseled on my tomb

the irony would be too strong

for i mean nothing to no one.