You asked me where I am. I told you I'm right here.

Here I am.
Waiting, empty, still.
A thousand angers have kept me alive.
I stare at a mirror that reflects nothing.
My eyes dry,
because crying is something that I have perfected without tears.
My whisper is deafening.
You might have heard my pleas,
But you stopped listening long ago.
This is not what I expected or wanted,
But I’m here.
Here, where you led me.
Here, where you left me.
Here, where you lost me.
And I’m more sorry for that then you’ll ever be.
Just let go.
I’ve stopped hanging on.