clementine & sourness.

If I give my misery, some words, 

my hand, a pen

the world, pain 

all of me will still feel the same

unloved, empty, silenced.

No one remembers my name,

No one to call, share bed with,

No one holding my hand, getting me to cross roads.

Some inner crutch slipped,

old patterns rose to surface, 

of people leaving me again.