I didnt want to leave her.
I had no choice.
I hoped she stayed mine.
Even after a long time.
The image of her leaving,
replayed through my mind
'I can't do this anymore'
These words penetrate similar to a knife.
Her leaving me wasn't a sight I imagined.
But the fear was always present somewhere deep inside.
Why did I have to fall for her?
The question would repeatedly arise
The person whom I considered my world left
Crushing under her feet, my pride.
Everything was breaking apart, me and my esteem.
She was my only support and now there is none I can find.
My life stopped, I was helpless.
Finding a shelter for my vulnerable self to hide.
How can she do this to me?
I lover her, i loved her with everything I could provide.
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The Chaos Of Breakdowns
PoetryWe all go through breakdowns. Not once not twice but again and again. Sometimes we stand up. Sometimes we fall hard with no hope. Sometimes we give up. Because when it hurts, it hurts bad.
