Anguish

having friends there,

leaves my life less bare,

but without you in it,

it feels like an endless pit.

however you were no good,

for me for the stability of my mood,

so I broke it off with you,

now I feel ever so blue.

even with the support of friends around me,

I still cannot see,

a silver lining to this dark cloud,

or a gap in my shroud.

for I feel dead inside,

where my soul once lied,

is an empty hole,

and that is from me what you stole.

what is the point in this occurrence,

of perseverance,

I do not see an end,

to the painful blend,

of feeling alone, broken and dead,

inside my heart, soul and head,

but I'll look to my friends now,

and maybe they'll see how.

to bring back the old me,

even a touch of her for the world to see,

I trust in each one of them,

to help me through this mental meyhem.