The sadness is eating her soul
Numbness is surrounding her body
Her heart wretched into pieces
The body has been unmoved for a while

Blackness is all she can see
The trickle of her tears is the only thing she could feel
Remembering all the painful memories
Totally clouding her already insane mind

She was just standing there
Then she moved
Slowly, uncertainly till she reach the edge
And by a second she was gone.

Leaving isn’t equals to loved
It may mean space
Or maybe time
Or just finding one self

Leaving doesn’t mean for good
It maybe for a fleeting second
It maybe for a day, a month or a year
Or when destiny makes its way

Leaving may not be defined as going away
Maybe it’s just the forlorn look
Or maybe just the begging words
Or just maybe the chasing that should be done after.

I need to write.
I need to cry
I need to be passionate.
I need to get out of the house.

I need to fall in love
And I need to be love.
I need attention
And maybe a little help.

I need him to miss me
And yes I need to be that narcissistic.
I need to be hugged
And maybe to be kiss along the way

I need someone to pull me through this ****
I need to do something
I need to be back on track
I need to be me.