Inside

Would you miss me if I were gone?  Would you even notice?  I wonder - have I even made a difference in your life?  Do you really want me around?
I have no place to go and no place to hide.  No place to heal.
I hurt.
I hurt inside.
Depression is an ugly thing, but being kicked while you are down is worse.
Do I have a place for you?  Can my heart afford to have you in it anymore?
To feel or go numb.
Numb.
My old friend.
To forgive or forget; for I can not do both.
It's hard to reach the knife in your heart with it is stuck in your back.
I would fight the wound, but I have no fight left in me.
What is done is done, you show no remorse.
I feel no anger, just disappointment.  In myself, in you.