All the signs were misred

Laying here in this empty bed.

Thoughts of him fill my head.

I remember what he once said.

I love you and I'm glad that you're not dead.

But what is the difference he doesn't call and only leaves me on read.

Time for sleeping always fills me with dread.

Afraid of the nightmares and emptiness that lie ahead.

I want to know if he cares and to god I have pled.

Begging for answers and relief from these tears I continue to shed.

By all of his kindness and pretending I have been misled.