I’m running on empty.

 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.