Fallen
Fallen
Falling like a sinking stone,
My heart on the ocean floor.
I thought things were okay now,
As always I'm wanting something more.
When will 'it' ever be enough?
Just to stop the pain?
I don't consider it selfish,
And I wouldn't call it vain.
To want to be acknowledged,
Or at least more than to blend in.
I never thought wanting to be wanted,
Could feel like such a sin.
I alone am never enough,
So I'm always hearing 'no'.
I wish deep down it didn't matter,
That I could simply let 'it' go.
I realize it's not that easy.
Not for you, or them, or me.
But I wonder if there's any way,
To truly make you see...
This isn't what I bargained for,
Something less, but wanting more.
Heartbroken and alone,
Fallen to the ocean floor.
Copyright ©2007 Erica Marie King
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