DANCE WITH ME

I've decided that every Sunday I will post a poem. This week's is semi-depressive as per usual.

It's funny hwo everything can fall apart
But still your life goes on.
And there's the gaping hole
That never goes away.
Nothing ever fills it,
It grows larger every day
Consuming every part of you
Till you're amorphous and grey.
You suck the joy from every situation
Just by being there.
You're a waste of air.
Every moment is me, waiting.
Maybe it's for you to save me from myself.
Maybe it's to die.
I'm waiting for you to smile at me
So maybe I can cry
And everythign will be all right.
Tell me someday someone will love me.
Tell me someday someone will understand.
Dance with me, come on, take my hand.