Goodbye to you.

I don’t know what to do
My heart has been bruised
So sad but it’s true
Each beat reminds me of you

Oh and it hurts my soul
Cause I can’t let go
All this walls are caving in
I can’t stop my suffering
I hate to show that I’ve
Lost control cause I
I hate going right back to the one thing
That I need to walk away from

Oh I’m about to break
I can’t stop this ache
I’m addicted to your allure
And I’m finding for a cure
Every step I take
Leads to one mistake
I keep going right back to the one thing
That I need oh

I can’t mend
This torn state I’m in
Getting nothing in return
What did I do to deserve
The pain of this slow burn
And everywhere I turn
I keep going right back to the one thing
That I need to walk away from

I would’ve written a poem or even a song about you. But I find that you, instead of being inspirational, shatter my words into oblivion and make me sound like the biggest literary or musical idiot in the world. I was in denial, I was emotionally confused. Now I’m just tired of being miserable, of having to break down silently, and of having to place my hand over my heart discreetly. You may not understand, or even know, but I’m tired, and I’m walking away.

And for that matter, because I think you do read my blog once in a while, this blog will no longer be accessible to you, nor the wider public.