Yup, another poem...

Gone

The stars shine,
in the dark, black sky.
And I lie there,
crying, and wishing.
Tossing and turning,
nobody knows,
my pain.
My heart thumps,
and my hands tremble.
There is no sound,
only sorrow,
and hate.
Only pain,
and fear.
The night air,
is clean and crisp,
As fragile as glass.
My heart and sanity,
hang on by a strand.
I'm lost,
I'm stranded.
There is no going back,
only going forward.