I'd carry on, but where would I go?
You threw my heart out with the rest of my belongings.
It's a shame how you can look at me without sincere remorse.
But I can see you're struggling,
Struggling- to find yourself and your mind..
Though all things come to an end,
I guess it's time to say goodbye.
Thank you,
for leaving me behind.
Wrote this back in December.