I'm only here because I have to be, you have something personal of mine. Nothing more, nothing less. Let's call it business.

I wouldn't be here if I didn't need it. I don't need you anymore. I never needed you. I don't need you to be here, I just need it back.

But you see, you have my heart still and I need it back to leave. Can I please just leave? I need it back. I need to leave. I need you out of my life, but I can't have that if you own my heart,
so, please
just give it back and I will be on my way. Please.

I pray every night hoping
That God hears me.
Hiding feelings in lines of poems.
Laying awake missing old faces.

Asking my self why I am so broken?.
Why am I not healing?.
Why won't they listen to me?.

My mum's pain didn't stop until
The day she died.
My brothers and sister smoke the
Pain away.

Is it okay not to be okay?.
Is it okay not wear a fake smile?.
Is it okay not to always be strong?.

I remember why I could see the
Beauty in everything.
Now I see nothing and feel nothing.