A part of me died a long time ago,

no funeral or flowers,

and no kisses goodbye,

I felt the hole it left,

like a  knife plunged in my chest a million times,

my identity lost,

and everything was pushed to the side,

I didn't even cry and don't ask me why,

it's like my body was alive,

but I was dead inside.

It wasn't until I got so tired of feeling

so dead I took my first step to ending all the dread

I needed to take back control

totake back my soul

I needed to forgive so I could begin to live

I learned to love myself 

to gain some wealth

and little by little I didn't feel so belittled