poem of the day: leaving

It used to be hard for me to leave people.

I used to think of others before I thought of myself.

I would put them on a pedestal.

I’d place them on the highest shelf.

Until I started to grow tired.

My soul became weary.

And I took a look around,

Trying to find someone, anyone who would be there for me.

There weren’t many by my side.

And that is when I learned,

That everyone else was looking out for themselves.

And it was time I did the same for myself.

So leaving doesn’t hurt anymore.

It doesn’t leave me torn like it used to.

Because I have to protect myself.

I have to come first.

Or I’d spend the rest of my life dying,

Trying to be a savior for people who wouldn’t think twice if I disappeared.