Injured

I sit silently in a dark corner,
separated from the world.
The gap between reality and insanity,
I had already breached.

I sit silently in a dark corner,
surrounded each day by four padded walls.
Reality is but a distant memory,
madness is the category in which I fall.

I sit silently in a dark corner,
whistling a sad tune to myself.
A song which I can barely remember,
a song which we used to sing together.

I sit silently in a dark corner,
hearing whispers from people not there.
I sometimes hear your laughter, your voice so sweet.
Still pretending your here.

I sit silently in a dark corner,
I sometimes wish for it all to end.
At times I reminisce about us,
about how our love began, about our love's painful end.

I sit silently in a dark corner,
misery visits me each day,
sometimes accompanied by sadness,
They are the only ones I have, I listen to each word they say.

I sit silently in a dark corner,
weakly I take my medication.
The nurse smiles at me,
your face I momentarily see.

I sit silently in a dark corner,
my frayed heart bleeds,
each beat calls out to you,
each beat weaker than the last.

I sit silently in a dark corner,
your face I wish to see.
Just this once I wish, I ask,
"Will you come and sit beside me?"