Tears

Every ounce of me is telling me to pack my bags and leave, except for my heart.
My tears are enough of a reason to leave, but they are also the reason I stay.
I wish I knew if I made the right decision whether I stay or leave.
My heart is filled with love and hurt, but the suffering I am enduring for love is too much to handle.
I'm sorry if one day I just pack my bags and leave with out a word. Mainly because I've used up all my words and all I have is a blank sheet of paper filled with tears. I love you, I do. It has just became to hard to love you when I don't even love myself.