Homesick

Although I live here, it seems like hell here. No one to wake me in the morning, I must face the day in mourning. The love of my life is gone, wondering where we went wrong. Is it forever? I always ask myself, For I love you and no one else. Each second of every day, I want to break down and pray, That the almighty will hear me, And you will not desert me. I'm homesick in my own home, because I am all alone. I know for the most part I'm at fault, Trying to open my heart, an impenetrable vault. To tell you my thoughts day by day, Hoping I can hold you forever someday.