No Contact
I used to live at home.
We were a close group.
My mum took care of me.
When i was ill, she made me soup.
It started to get harder.
There was always a shadow.
Everything seemed dull.
Though this didn't always show.
I left to get my own life.
I struggled by my self.
They seemed to forget about me.
Like i was just a photo on the shelf.
I've figured it out now.
They saw me as a burden.
I was left on my own,
i was left broken.
Now 6 months no contact,
it wasn't done by choice.
But when we used to speak,
i felt like i had no voice.
It's hard when it wasn't my choice,
i should've done it sooner,
Because i'm better off now,
i'm no longer a performer.
I finally found myself,
i finally found love,
i found my voice,
i just needed a little shove.
Alexis Culley
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