The thoughts are left behind me paranoia sinking in past memories are gone and leaving those within i can't stop to stutter or shudder or breathe unless you want to find me awake but not really there i don't know where i'm going i don't know how to try reading in between the lines has always been your thing so i'm sinking on our ship while he's safe at shore he decided to leave to leave me for a ***** but no one's ever touched me no ones ever dared i'm just that sickly little girl and no one's ever cared but the past is now behind me i'm leaving it with him so you can wrap your arms around me and not have to stop and think *Why is she not here
Unrevised, this is the first time I've ever done a poem like this, so excuse it's poor rhymes and no similes