Left.

left.
tell me why ,
people give up and no longer want to try .
why i am now considered a chore,
and they choose to just walk out the door.
made up excuses,
being left is not what anyone chooses. 
to sit and wonder if you did something wrong,
for someone to just get up and be gone,
trust is only given after so long.
hurt and tears is all that is left,
to you, i was not the best .
all my feelings get caught up in my chest,
over and over i’m put through this test.
life and death,
and for me ? there seems to be nothing good left.
and all i want is to breathe my last breath .
no hope and i don’t know how much longer i can go,
there is no one left to hold on to . 
i have tried and i have tried,
i have sat for hours and just cried.
thinking of all those before,
and with every slam of the door,
a little more, my heart tore .