Heres that poem you wanted

A part of me has died

my lips are sealed

my heart is fried

my body is weak

its hard to breath

my soul is lost

walking on my bare feet

my eyes weep

i cannot speak

to feel so alone 

to want to go home

to feel so used

broken

to carry you in my past since i was always last

to love you and then to not

to have a knot in your gut 

stopping those tears and walking away

wanting to stay but looks far away

memories how they run

lies how they stay

I was nothing to you

just pray

so i pray to be okay

because of you i lost my way

Heres that poem you wanted. . . .