One moment you are here reaching,
Until I’m honest instead of easy,
Then I’m dangling alone,
I try and I reach,
Grasping and gasping for air,
You’re gone, then you’re back,
But I’m still dangling,
And you don’t know why
I’m grasping and gasping,
Pulling myself up,
Out of this black hole,
This void from which no effort returns,
I try and I reach,
And I pull myself out again and again,
Another demonstration of insanity,
I’m grasping and gasping,
And you are saying nothing,
You are doing nothing,
I’m suffocating in all your nothing,
Then I’m drowning in myself,
And you watch, and you know,
Every day you see it, and you feel it,
And I try and I reach again,
Knowing there will be more nothing,
All you give is nothing, and
So many days and so many ways
I could make wonderful somethings of nothing,
But you watch me suffocate and drown,
So many days and so many ways,
Grasping and gasping for air,
So many days and so many ways,
You offer nothing,
Not a hand to pull me up,
Not a single word,
No acknowledgement,
No air to breathe,
Just nothing,
Again and again,
Nothing,
Grasping and gasping until I give out.
Is that all that I am?
Is this all that you are?
-Melissa Donley