I did not ask To be let go - I asked to stay, But when I asked I did not know The one I asked Had looked away, Until I found It was too late. It hurts. Drifting. Was never something I had Planned To do: I need soothing - Yet, resigned, I've carried on But though I've battled Through, Inside The stark reality That keeps me held And won't let go, Is this: I've never really coped so well. I've fought harder Than I'd ever thought I might, I've climbed hills Higher than I ever Ought To do, Yet, Each time, I've fallen down again And though I've grit my teeth And struggled up, Again, It all comes Back To this tired, Torn and broken Heart Of mine: In constant grief It weeps And weeps, Unbeared to the truth That wants to hide But always seeps: That I am no longer Part of you.