I,
saw you leave.
I,
saw everyone leave.
Such,
seems to always happen,
to me.
What,
be I?
I wonder.
What,
be wrong,
with me?
What,
is it about me,
that makes everyone,
leave?
It,
started with my,
dad,
whilst I was 3.
I,
can still remember,
the morning.
The,
stillness in the air.
The,
way my mom,
seemed unable to care.
As if,
it was just,
a moment for her.
As if,
in truth,
it didn't matter.
Still,
till this day,
I've yet to see him,
again.
I,
wonder of such,
often.
Wonder,
if that's where,
it all begin.
Wonder,
if absent that.
That,
simply little moment.
Would,
I still be here?
For,
this rope,
has altered hope.
For,
now I cease.
Never,
to be,
abandoned again.
Never,
to be a,
burden.
Never,
to be,
anything.
Which,
is what I've always,
been.
Nothing...
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