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Death



My broken heart is bleeding.

My flesh has been torn from my bones.

I just want to die.

You couldn't wait anymore for me

while I grew into the person

that I needed to be.

To survive in this world.

I have been waiting

for so long to be me.

Now, when at last

I can see my reflection,

you leave,

you can't take it anymore?

This is an ultimatum?

You wouldn't really want me

if I wasn't me,

would you?

Now that I can finally think for myself

you no longer love me?



Are you really the man

I placed my future in,

my dreams,

my everything?

Or did you only recognize me

when I was lost and broken

with no direction?

Do you like me insecure and fearful?  

God help me!

this hurts so much!

take this pain from me.

Or else I shall die.  

He was the air I breathed.

the thoughts I lived for,

the man I loved.  

Am I finally awake

and seeing the world as it really is,

or is this still some kind of a dream?

Help me get through this!

Let me finally think

and live for myself

and for today.