RebeccaSaphira Black

Rookie (03-02-1991 / Australia)

What's Left - Poem by RebeccaSaphira Black

I'm sick of being here,
I'm so sick of being near,
I wanna go away,
But I've got no place to stay,

I want to be alone,
I want to be at home,
I've nothing of my own,
What's left of me?

The weight of nothing crushes me,
The empty space around,
Then I realize where I am,
I'm in the lost and found,

If only I could find myself,
Then run so far away,
If only I could loose myself,
I'd scream all night and day,

I wonder where this leaves me,
Have I gone insane?
Oh no, wait a moment,
I'm just in pain,

Still sitting here,
Bleeding as I feared,
Just the way you left me,
Just like you gave up,

Oh now I see,

I was never anything,
But everything to you,
But no one can be everything,
And so you said adieu,

Now you've left me bleeding here,
Without a single tear,
Because you realized I'm not everything,
No, not even near.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 12, 2008

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