The Panic

When the sky is the darkest and the night is the chilliest,
My brain wanders about and thinks how easy it was with you before it went all wrong.
I would panic and you would soothe me,
And everything would be alright again.
Tonight is one those nights and I look behind,
And I find nobody around.
The panic grows and my heart quivers,
At the thought of being so alone.
It feels like my lungs are about to give out,
There's a wrenching pain in my chest.
I try to shout,
But I cannot.
I shiver as if it was the chilliest night of this decade,
Waiting for the panic to pass away.
While my mind leads me to the darkest places,
The places I had said goodbye to a long time ago.
This is it, this is how it was supposed to be all along,
Me lying in the depths of my undying despair.