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.
Copyright © Tonye George | Year Posted 2020
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