Why am I; me...

And thinking about;

the end

of a long day

that won't come?...

This journey

will take

the rest of my life

I believe...

Can I go on and tell myself;

I may not believe in us,

I must believe in me,

and cannot talk about you?

It might not be true...

Why am I, me

and loving you.

Why must things be

this way

nobody understands

just me...

Our lives

will end soon,

mine already did i guess

I want to re-live

but I can't

what's the use,

in life; and living

without you

...for me?

Nothing...

Why am I, me...

searching for someone I can't have?

Why am I, me

Broken?