This pass week I had to leave home and move out on my own. I spent my first year of college at home, but now I just transferred to UC Davis and it'sabout a 2 hour drive from everything I'm use to. Beside that, me and my boyfriend just broke up. For the first time in my 18 years I feel completely alone. This is a piece I wrote recently, I doubt it's realistic that I will not write anymore but this is the most recent thing I've worte so....i don't know. Let me know what you think. I'm done writing poetry, cause my words cause me to bleed, they remind me that I am lonely. Pain fills up my being each time I pick up a pen because the words that flow they remind me that I have no love within. And I become plagued with guilt and shame because it seems I don't love me. I think myself to be pathetic and I am consumed by low self-esteem. I am in need of love and I know love first comes from self but it seems I can't find that love for self that I know would help. And poetry keeps reminding me of this keeps reminding me that my world has changed that I feel all by myself. For the first time in life I come home to an empty house. I don't have anyone to share my days, joys, and pains. The love of my life, left me. My best friend and family, they all too busy. Had to leave my job to go to school, schools still on break, so i have NOTHING to do but sit and write poetry, and that just reinforces to me that I am blue. So I'm done Poetry It's time to stop dwelling that I have to make a new start but don't know exactly how. Time to take action and adjust to being alone for the first time in life. Stop being shy and afraid of the unknown. For a short time I must say goodbye because it seems that if I keep writing I'll keep fighting this change and holding on to the pain.