Waking up alone

It’s hard at times waking up alone,

how cold it feels, how silence falls.

Eyes closed as the light peers in,

blinding already deaf eyes shinning.

Scared I have become to waking up,

shaking endlessly under false images.

The birds outside of my window haunting,

life around me killing my will to fight on.

Vacant smiles in pictures felt inside,

calming the pain, reliving the sorrow.

Hell has become my only way to push,

holding back for a moment to strike.

Snakebite piercing my heart frozen,

melting the flames of what was never there.

Under my hands rests eternity and tomorrow,

rain on me the sadness, show me I am alive.

So afraid to fall in love, too afraid to cry,

reaching for your stars, finding a new light.

To feel this loneliness is my nightmare,

talking to the pillows, finding a friend.

Losing my mind in all things left to say,

nobody ever listens, whose left in my life?

A single beat ripping my heart apart,

fear of loving, mostly fear of living alone.















Johnny Newell