Entry Nineteen

What's left of you is an empty seat
A heart alone that just won't beat
A hectic mind without rest
Forgetting me and what is best
Broken down and left to rot
Remembering what you forgot
Just not meant to understand
Hating me for what I am
Anger made for what I think
Break my mast, leave me to sink
I comfort you but make me sick
Hid in the hole I tried to dig
What's left of me is my fear
A headphone without its ear
Inadequacy is what I am
Abandoned me for what I can't

What's left of us is no one's care
There was nothing that you cared to spare
What I fared is what stays inside
How much I cared you did not oblige
I gave it all but it didn't add up
Couldn't tell if you wanted too much
Demand with inadequate supply
Abandoned by you and your lies
Crying out, trying to scream
Held back by standard decency
Not that it mattered much to you
I guess my love just did not do
What's left now is what it was
Everything within your cause
Now staring at the empty seat
Is a heart alone that just can't beat