I’m I Really Dead Poem by Barbara Velasquez

Feeling death comes over me,
My life has meaning since you left thee.
My heart cries out with aching pain,
Sometimes I feel my life is a train.

So many stop and yet never mine,
Mine stop seem to speed by each and every time.
I wait and wait for train to stop,
And let that one person special person be at the top.
The top of the line that keeps me close.

The numbing pain, I feel like I'm dead,
No one to see, when I turn my head.
No one to hold me, when I lay in bed.

Has He taken everything from thee?
No more feeling of love within me,
I feel nothing in my heart or in my head.
I'm I- really dead?