Diary of a sad black woman

This is me, this is she who
like a love stricken teen shattered by a dream
Stomach churning while the heart is still yearning for love
Head spinning while the eyes see you
A Man walking away
While I shrink into a little girl lost 
hoping and praying you'd stay
The happiness rots 
The grown woman suffers
Mentally distant
While traces of self lingers
A seesaw Depression 
Gives me less hope
and growth
seems unlikely
A lifeless body 
"God, help me !" 
Afer I am done with praying 
Cradling in the cold dark, a twinkling 
light defeats my fading eyes
A crown bursting with pride, kept singing 
A voice within, made me cry
And told me to never let your soul die