I was 7 years old;
A child still needing to rest her head upon her mother’s breasts
A child still needing a kiss from her mother for every scraped knee
A child needing
I was 14 years old
A child still barely… how could I survive this?
As it gets difficult to breathe
I focus hard on drawing one breath at least
While my mind wonders if it wouldn’t be easier to just let go
Then the pain would go away
I was 18!
“I am going to die, I just know it”
My heart feels liquid in my chest
All squishy like it just can’t find the right fit anymore
I’d yank my own heart out to stop this pain
It’s pain… It’s fear… It’s confusion… It’s death
She left, He left, She left… They left
Was it my fault? Was it their fault?
They left and it feels like the end
They left and there’s no point anymore
They left and I’m still here