I don’t know if I can make it.
The thought that’s runs through my head.  
I don’t know if I want to try.  
Do I want to stay?

Why is it such a bad thing to go.
Can’t it be a sweet sorrow.
Does it always have to be bitter.

I don’t want to break them.
I know how it feels to be shattered.  
Shattered into a million pieces.  
So many lost that I can’t put back.  
The feeling that I will never be whole.  

I don’t know if I can make it.
Is it even worth it anymore.  
To live and never be whole.  
To stay just to keep breaking.  

But, do I go at the expense of breaking others.
The real question is
Are they strong enough to fix themselves.  

Can they do something that I never could.
Mend themselves.  
Find all their pieces.
We will have to see.