It is true what they say
It is hard to walk away.
But what else is left to do
When no part of you wants to stay?
To whom I once admired
An explanation may be required.
Because what else is left to do
When one grows to hate what they desired?
I’m too tired to keep trying
I’m done with loneliness and crying.
Tell me what else is left to do
When each passing day inside I’m dying?
I’m not the same as I was before.
These are feelings I cannot ignore.
There is only one thing left to do.
This is me, leaving you.
Created: Apr 08, 2010Document Media