Limp Poem by susan brealey

When you leave, I'm not going to cry
I'm going to die,
you will leave me limp and in the hands of people that don't care
they only see what I put up on the outside
not like you,
you see everything! am.
your the person I can run to and not have to explain the whole story.
you just know whats wrong.
you see past the facade
and into the blackness.
id feel like I'm falling without you,
but then I realize that I will just be Limp
Thats all.