How could one person,
Mean the world to me.
When I know in my mind,
We will never be.
I sit in the room,
Dark quiet and small.
Then nobody will ever,
See the tear drop fall.
As I sit by myself,
Alone in the dark.
I say no words,
No thought, and no heart.
All has become nothing,
Just like you and me.
I’m left with my morals,
And my own dignity.
The room is dark and quiet,
It starts to feel real cold.
It used to be my heart,
That now is a big, black hole.
Once you’re in the hole,
No one can survive.
It pulls you in, and you can’t get out
Nobody has come out alive.
as i read the poem…i cnt help my tears not to fall..
“How could one person, Mean the world to me. When I know in my mind, We will never be”.
I asked the same question too..