Please come back.

What does you leaving feel like?

It feels like telling you I'm afraid of the dark,
and you locking me inside a room with no light.

It feels like losing my parents in a busy grocery store,
and no one helping me locate them.

It feels like finally having the courage to speak,
then realizing that silence is less painful.

It feels like hope, a tiny sun giving warmth,
then poisoning my heart with false promises.

It feels like learning how to properly breathe,
then feeling the world close in around me.

It feels like a slow death,
the collapse of a reality I wanted to believe in.