bruised and alone you broke my heart

the words you said cut me in parts

i try to fit your mold of me

but in doing so i realize what i could never be

tired of fighting but it means they care

how could i be so unaware?

why is it so hard to forget the good when the bad was bad

i’m tired of feeling like it was me who lacked

i look in the mirror one winter day and look at my self “i can’t stay”

within in a flash im out the door

maybe it did take a few momments more

i struggled and hestated how could i just let go

deep down its time to go