No One Was There

Depression sucks.
I felt the empty side of my bed,
It matched the emptiness of my heart,
Of my life.
No one was there,
Like, I was expecting someone to be there.
Am I really this alone?

Is it all made up in my mind?
People ask me what's wrong,
But I just shrug it off,
What good does it do to,
Cry or talk about it?
It doesn't fill that emptiness I behold.

I'm starting to think,
That love is made up?
What is love?
It's just an emotion we obtain.

I felt the empty side of my bed,
No one was there.
Published: 12/15/2009
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