I, I, I.

I feel tired
I feel let down
I feel left behind.
I want something
I want to feel alive
I want to get back to moving forward
I don't like this
I don't like wondering
I don't like feeling replaced
I need to breathe
I need to get through this safely
I need to pray.
I miss what I never had
I miss what I took for granted
I miss what was never meant to be.
I am reaching out
I am reaching for something real
I am reaching and grasping onto nothing.
It's not raining anymore
The tears are no longer falling
So much hurt comes along with letting go.
How many times will I fall on my butt before I catch on?
How many people will I push away before I allow myself to move forward?
How many times will I allow him to get to me this way?
I want to be finished.
I want the hurt to end.
I want to close that chapter.
I really do.