I must leave it.
I must leave my past.
I must get away as far as possible.
All it does is hurt me.
It hurts more and more each day.
My heart is broken.
Permanetly.
I have so many scars,
From trying to pick up,
All the broken pieces.
If I run away now,
I can leave it all behind.
No one would,
Miss me,
Care,
Notice,
Or even remember me.
I hate this life.
I need to leave.
I need to leave it all behind.
