Goodbye
I am sorry that I cause you misery, which I do not mean
I can not take it much longer; it seems that I am the problem.
If I leave, would you care? Would you miss me? Would you even notice I'm gone?
But that does not matter, what matters is that I mustn't cause you more trouble.
The way you talk to me, the words you say make me feel like garbage.
But it wasn't your fault, it was mine, the pain you have.
Please let me be, is all I ask, to let me go free.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please just stop, I get it!
You want me out your way, out your life.
My mind is made up; I cry not wanting this to happen.
Things that I cherish and will always have are what I pack.
A music player, pictures drawn with my bare hands, and a movie player that was a gift from my father.
I pack these things into a small book bag, opening the window and jumping out.
I turn to look back, before leading off into the night.
My eyes fill with tears that run down my cheeks, as I whispered my last word to you.
Goodbye….