My Grave

So tired, of everything. if you look for me and do not find me, i have gone. gone to weep and dream beside my grave. for in this life i have been a slave. a slave to love and passion, to life itself, living for the sake of living, wanting just to want something, anything that made me happy and accomplished. but now my love and dreams are gone, hopes and wants and life dashed away cauterized from me. i am left burned and forgotten, uncared for, unwanted, denied the only thing i ever truly wanted from life. My best friend, lover and soul/sole mate. pain and hurt and emotional starvation have made me weak, tired, exhausted, so if you look for me and do not find me, I have gone, gone to weep beside my grave.