Anne S

Left Behind

By Anne Sparrow

So alone

So cold

So dead inside

Left behind.

No more sunshine

No more rest for me.

All hope is lost.

Every cliché comes to mind.

And all I want to do is cry.

I’m not allowed.

I have to take a deep breath

Scrounge up a happy thought

And smile.

Because when I frown,

When I cry,

When I am upset,

The world seems to crumble down.

They don’t understand.

How can they?

If I don’t tell them?

I don’t expect them to know how I’m feeling.

I hide my true feelings from them.

Least for a bright shining moment

I once again felt genuine happiness.

But just as suddenly as it came…

It vanished.

Now once again.

I’m alone

Cold

Dead inside

Left behind.

Mine.

By me,... last week

I know a lot of things, but still have much to learn.

Love is never kind and will always bring some hurt.

You do not mean to cause me sorrow, and hate to see me cry.

So you try to make me happy all the time.

Dearly I am pleading, to have some time alone with you.

And you are happy laughing, sharing stories with our friends.

Miss Christy knows I want you to myself, not knowing the reason why.

You cannot keep me happy all the time.

So taking my leave, not saying goodbye, have fun, see you later.

Much more is left unsaid for now.

Just know you’ll have to make it up to me some how.

Haven’t a clue how you’ll do it.

Seen you happy, seen you sad and weepy.

You you’ve seen both of me.

In my mind I keep hoping you’ll come find me.

Days go by it seems, though it’s only minutes passing,

And I still want you alone with me.

I want to show you how much you’ve been missed.

Just feeling hurt here, don’t mind me.

Want you next to me.

To be with me, to hold me tight!

Kiss me please is that too much to ask?

Your happy though, having fun,

Face to face with my friends

also, notice the first word of each line has a hidden message.

She doesn’t cry alone

By me.... just now.

I cry I cry every foot a painful step, down this sorrowful road.

Travel it for her sake alone. She needs me here with her.

Without her I’m lost, Without me she’s broken.

Doubt not what we can do together, for it is something to be feared.

Her head and mine and mine the more evil,

Thoughts of cruelty to be done to you for the hurt you cause her.

Are you not ashamed of what you do?

Of what do you hope to accomplish Hurting the fragile thing?

Her heart has been shattered , beaten and smashed.

Pain in misery, we endure together,

As I try my best to make her heart whole again!

I cry with her, she cries with me.

Am I getting through to you, you imibicile?

Mending each other’s wounds is no easy feat.

Her Pain is my pain, my sorrow is hers.

Broken, beaten, shattered to pieces.

Hearts like ours cannot be parted one from the other.

Down this sorrowful road we travel.

This is my sister, my best friend.

Road? City? States and countries! may keep us a part,

In our hearts we’ll always be together.

Hell hath no fury like we women scorned.