Poem: No Words

There are no words that I can write,
to describe the whirlwind inside.
The pain, the heart-ache,
broken lust, prior hopes
that now are bust.
Crazy, frightened,
sad and empty.
Wish for death,
but it's not for me.
All alone and teased by love,
as if she wants me,
then she's gone.
And I'm the dust that's left behind.
I'm the dirt and muck and grime.
I'm the fire's dirty ash,
and nothing helps,
not even cash.
Every persons empty words,
make less sense than chirping birds.
I've always known;
no help for me.
All that I do
is just
be
me.