Rebirths

It took me a week on the bed, No appetite Pains in and out Family care and less from friends Struggles with weakness and throwing up To realise that It's just you! I mean it’s high time I move on from love And false hopes It's time I stop putting others first before me. During this illness I'm sinking in and Writing this piece.. I had no empathy from anyone. Meaning, if anything had happened It would just be a post online and a cry that will Last a day. I'll consciously work on people I call my friends I'm done living for people She will not be the sweet lady y'all run to I literally have no one to call when I need help. On Christmas day I was still sick on bed No friend No lover Just me and family. Its still my pen I run to That's where I pour my heart And this site, the people in it Always there to read and feel my pain Even though they are far, I've asked for true love a long time now I'm done with too much goodness.