Alone

So cold and alone,
Hope is fleeting.
I am not alive
tho my heart is beating.

Robbed and betrayed
of my very being,
I am now numb.
There is no feeling.

I am lost,
going through motions
living by force like
the tide of the ocean

Abandonment
The indignity.
I cannot see
What was me.

The loss of self,
the shame.
gone so long,
who to blame?

Is it me
who makes me cry?
Or could it be
you who denies?

Hoping for peace
I then relent
In a world where
I am spent.