What Ever was Left of Me

September 12, 2011
By , cedarhill, TN
Running from you,
Is like running from me.
I end up lost,
And empty.

Screaming for help,
But no one hears.
Lost in the darkness,
of all my fears.

When will you find me?
When will you come?
When will you decide that this life isn’t enough.

Times running out.
And feeding my doubt.
That you will ever come around.
To save,
To free,
Whatever was left of me.

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