Everyone, Forgotten

In this life,
In these days,
people come and
people go away.

They say hello,
They say goodbye,
You're left alone,
You're left to cry.

Where'd they go?
Why'd they leave?
When'd this happen?
You're left to grieve.

I guess that's why they say:
You're better off alone.
What good are friends?
If in the end, they're gone?

The Abyss

Why is it that once we are together,
why is it that now you're unsure?

Why are you questioning what we have?
Why are you thinking about that?

Why am I falling deeper into the Abyss?
Why am I thinking about what is?

...Why am I thinking of what might be?

The Abyss of thoughts,
better left unknown...
The Abyss of doubts,
better left alone...

Today...

Part 1: Trying to Let Go

I seen you today,
Walking with her,
You looked at me,
and you smiled.

I heard you today,
Speaking to her,
You looked at me,
and you laughed.

I told you today,
when you were alone,
"I want to forget;
to let go."

You told me today,
when we were alone,
"I don't care,
you can go."
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This was about how I had told my ex I wanted to forget, to let go, and move on. He told me I can do what ever I want, he don't care. It don't bother him what I choose.

I'm thinking about doing a story type thing, but in poetry. One poem for each part of what my heart thinks. What do you guys think?