Solo Love

My walls are caving in.
My cries splatter on my cold,
concrete floor.
All alone,
no one to keep me company.
My love vanished, like a ghost.
Just disappeared.
Depression is the outcome.
Slicing my pain is the solution.
The blood becomes my blanket.
The blanket of death.
The one thing that would keep me
alive is gone.
My blanket is gone.