I Am Broken

There was a time that I needed you more than ever.
You left.
I wanted you to hold me and tell me that everything would be alright.
It isn't, you left.
I have reduced to hurting myself in other ways so that I can avoid the pain of what you did.
I don't want to hurt anymore.
You broke me in every possible way, and there's no way I can go back to being happy.
It's all because you left.

You come back months later, and you tell me everything is okay, you're here.
You should have been here all along.
You should never have left me,
Broken, hurt, and confused.

I turn away from you, knowing I can no longer love you.
What you did was too wrong, and how will I know that you won't leave me in my
time of need again?

I should feel bad that I'm letting you go,
I should go back out that door and stop you.
Tears should be rolling down my cheeks.

But I don't have anymore tears for you.
I've already cried myself to sleep too many times.
I'm staying strong this time

But, just because I'm strong, doesn't mean I'm not broken.
I am broken.

In every possible way.