Sometimes

Sometimes I'm angry -

Why wasn't I enough?

What did I do?

What didn't I do?

Why are you leaving?

Sometimes I'm angry.

Sometimes I'm ashamed-

It must've been me

How I am, how I act

How I present myself,

Sometimes I'm ashamed.

Sometimes I'm sad-

You're really gone

I am no longer yours

You are no longer mine

Sometimes I'm sad.

Sometimes I'm understanding.

I'm slowly starting to accept

That I am simply

too damaged for consumption

I'd leave me too.