What's It Like? Poem by Carly Almonde

What is it like knowing that I wont be there?
What is it like knowing that I dont care?

You think Im making some big mistake.
You tell me that one day Ill regret this,

I'll look back and see that it was supposed to be you and me.
You did all the talking,

And now its my turn.
You used to say that I didnt care about you,

I didnt want to hold you,
Touch you,

Kiss you.
But I did,

I was always there for you.
I cleaned up after you threw up from drinking so much.

I was there to take you home when you were so high you didnt even know it was me.
You left me alone on so many nights,

Fending for myself.
You once left me alone in a room full of strange drunken men.

I didnt know them.
And you didnt know what they did.

I suppose you dont remember,
But that doesnt surprise me at all.

What Im saying is yeah,
Were over.

I wont let you hurt me this way anymore.
Tugging at my emotions like I was a puppet on a string.

What do you think I am?
An inhuman being?

Well face the facts,
Im here right now,

But Im gone tomorrow.
You had your chance.

But now its you whos gonna be filled with sorrow.
Its you whos going to be left alone.

Its you whos not going to wake up tomorrow.