The Need to Write

I haven't felt the need to write for quite a while.

I have withdrawn and closed my heart off so that the distance and the cold won't hurt.

I stopped looking for what isn't there, I stopped hoping for more. I took what was given.

I stopped asking for you to show me that you loved me. I simply let you do whatever you wanted.

I stopped showing my feelings and held them inside . .. waiting.

What's the point of being together if I can't say what I feel? I let you hurt me and I say nothing. I close myself off so that I can't feel hurt but it's penetrating through the layers I've built up.

You will never understand me.

You're too busy to miss me...  I look for you in the spaces of my mind and your absence was a suffering.

I make no difference to you ...