I’ve lost the drive,

I’ve lost my glow.

I’ve lost my soul,

and everything I’ve known.

 I’m tired of being needed.

 Being a mum and wife is just dead.

Inside.

Out.

Maybe it’s just hormones that’s talking…

 If I’m gone someday, 

Will you still want me? Or need me.

Will you remember and miss me,

Ayra and Adam?

 I’m dead inside.

And out.

 At times I thought to myself, that;

There’s always a reason to losing you.

If I didn’t lose you,

You would be a place where I find solace and relief. 

I miss you.

Marriage is tough. 

Your partner won’t understand you. Nevertheless, he’s able to listen to you. Especially when he has no elder guidance or advisors. 

All you’re left with that, is just shit.

And at a losing end. 

The greatest life you once had, has come to an end.