Poem: What is Left of Me

What is left of me?
When I spend my days thinking of you,
thinking that you might love the new me
that I have become...
Pity, self-pity, outrageous pity
it fills my head
with unwanted thoughts and sadness
shivers up my spine...
What is left of me?
When I gave you my all
and you just neglected me,
abandon me and push me outside our world...
A world that I always thought that was mine,
now I'm forsaken... Now, you have no use for me...
Now, you don't think of me,
Now, you don't speak to me,
Now, you don't love me...
The real me, the one that always loved you
and believed in every facade that you said.
You think I'm weaker for all of this?
You think I'm desperate to have you again on my side?
You think I will always hold a grudge in my heart?
I set myself free...
even with what is left of me, of my heart, of my dreams...
Lonesome and happier
safe and scared
I will face life
with what is left of me.