Absence

 

My absence is required
Necessitated by your actions
My very presence is often of no use to you
My tears are continuous, just as the pain is constant
Burning deeply into my very soul and enslaving me

 

I am tired
Of the tears, pain, and sadness
Tired of trying
I ask for the truth not just for me, but for your own sanity
Maybe if the truth is told by none other than you,
My presence wouldn’t be so irritable to you. . .