I fought so hard.

I fought to keep myself together.

I never let myself cry.

I blamed you, not me.

Then you stopped showing up.

I haven’t seen you since.

Why do I even care?

I’m still fighting.

Fighting a useless battle,

trying to attack the shadows

of you that still lurk inside me.

I don’t cry.

But right now,

thinking of you and your cuts

and your smile

and your absence,

I could cry.

I want to cry, but

it would be giving up.

I will not let those tears fall

I will stay strong for now.

For now, I will not give up.