Influenced

Influence

The thought of being pushed,
Pushed further from something that was yours,
Or at least you thought was.

The feeling of knowing that there is no going back,
One time and it’s all gone.
Hopefully at least.

What is the point?
There is none,
Nothing to keep me here.
With you.

At night
When I am alone,
Lost in my own space.

Lost from everything.
Nothing to visit to give joy,
No memories at all,
To show that there is a reason.

So why am I waiting?
So why don’t I leave now?
So why don’t I leave you in this mind of yours?

Showing that it is:
Your problem to deal,
Your pain to hide
Your mind to have to persuade.

Why?
It’s your fault.
You robbed me of everything.

So now as my senses become lost,
In the space that was never really mine,
As I leave.
And for good.

I’m gone.