Times like this
is when I question if
you would have been there,
if you would have held me,
rocked me and dried my tears.
I search for tough
with a gentle soul,
but I get nothing to what I
need or want.
Does this make me selfish?
Being the person who tries
so hard and never gives up?
Years later and I can't help
but to wonder with tears I refuse
to spill,
would you have given up on me?
Would you have thought
that I was enough?
With my head a mess,
soul a thousand years old,
body a complete wreck.
Would you have already left?