I try to live, but I’m scared.

The dusk of dawn,

of this silent woe I can feel in-between you and I

there is a feeling I cannot describe

with any words I know of.

It must be soon that you leave, go and never

be seen again.

Is it today, tomorrow, or next week?

I wonder why and where you go,

whilst I sit and wait in my bubble of existance.

I sometimes think there is no me without you

and you don’t ever think the same.

I look sometimes out the window at the trees,

at them swaying, free.

I am free but I don’t feel it

My wings have been clipped, but I am the one

left holding the pieces preventing full flight.

going out there,

I fear and forbid myself.

the people walking, bumping and not caring

about other people in their way frightens me.

I try to live, but I’m scared.

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