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Goodbye.

There is a change

I have to make.

A change for the better;

A change towards happiness.

 

I'm lying to you,

Yes you: everyone.

I've cheated myself

And the ones I love.

 

Why do I do this?

Why do I make myself

suffer?

I'm numb; numb

To my self hate.

 

No wonder,

I don't want to

Remember

The horrible things

I've done.

 

Its not like I've killed

Or have done anything

Against the law.

But what I've done

Would disappoint

So many people;

The people I love most.

 

So,

I have to change.

I cannot change my past,

But I can change myself

Now.

 

What do I have to do

To make my change?

What do I have to do?

 

I need to tell someone

Of all my sins.

I need to let you know

Through another soul.

 

I need to know

I won't be judged.

I need to know

I'll be listened to.

I need to know

That everything will be alright.

 

I don't just need to,

But I want

To change.

I want to change

For you,

For myself.

 

At least

I know where to start.

Ill start by changing

Myself.

 

Secrets, secrets

Are no fun

Unless you've shared them

With everyone.

 

I'll do just that.

Through you,

My friend.

Because I have a feeling,

You're the one

That will listen

With open arms.

 

Well in reality,

I've chosen you

To be my listener,

My consoler.

Because I don't want

Anyone else to know.

 

Goodbye,

My secrets.

Goodbye,

My old self.

Goodbye.

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clarissa-clark
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Mar 10, 2011
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