One day, I'm going to wake up and not dread seeing you.
I'll stop wanting to fix everything about myself, I'll stop
staring in the mirror at the bags under my eyes caused by you.

One day, you're going to wake up and want to see me.
You'll be alone in a room, thinking and finally understanding what
you could have had, and you'll wish that you would have done
something now.

One day, I'll be tired of this ****.

One day, you'll miss me and want me back,
but I'll be *gone.

If I have nothing to say
Doesn't mean I'm sad
My eyes might tell stories
I'm happy keeping to myself
Minding my own not trying to hurt anyone
Or get hurt focused on what I love
The gym I push myself beyond the limits
Reading a fun book so I can laugh and smile
Writing to escape be free
no longer empowering negative ppl and those who hurt me
I don't think about them they aren't worth tears or bring treasured in my heart
My mind and heart mean well ready for more over settling for less

Fighting back tears
Her eyes heavy and despondent
She looked up at the sky for consolation
To try and find beauty in the clouds
But the sky was utterly empty.