My eyes are devoid of tears
My throat dry as sand
Screaming your name
Hoping it'd bring you back.
I know it won't
No matter how much I beg
How much I cry.
You won't appear beside me
Won't hold me
Won't tell me it'll be okay,
Like you did whenever I felt like crying.
Now I cry myself to sleep
Bathe in my tears
And dress in my sweat,
Wishing to see your delicate face
To say that I'm here for you
To beg you to give life a chance.
But I know it's all
A dream long gone.
You are not here,
And never will be.
If I could see you one last time
I would ask - no, wail -
'Was I not enough
To make you stay?'