
Nothing Left
I don't even know
what I have left
anymore.
Not my family,
Not my friends
(who I don't want
to talk to),
Not trust,
or love,
or compassion,
or understanding,
or hope.
I'm left empty.
Alone,
tired,
sad - no, no - depressed,
and numb.
I don't feel alive,
I don't feel good.
I feel evil,
wicked.
I've lost everything,
everyone.
I'll never get it
back.
Will I?
No.
This poem is about:
Me