I think i'll miss the sunsets that i'll leave behind,
But i won't miss the fighting or the tears i couldn't cry.

I think I'll miss the road trips and the laughter late at night,
But i won't miss pain from the love i'll never find.

I think i'll miss the singing and the last minute coffee,
But i won't miss the loathing or feeling out of place.

I think i'll miss the way the sun shined even when it blinded mine eye
But i won't miss the words my father battered into me like a baker burning bread.

I think i'll miss stepping into character and the way it felt to be someone else
But i won't miss the complete collapse at the removal of the mask.

I miss the flowers,
I'll miss the life i had planned,
But i won't miss trying to o.d. unsuccessfully or reaching out for help only to not be taken seriously.

See i was just the kind of girl who lived in box, sticking out, pull me up, leave me to rot.

See i was just the kind of girl who lived in coma, only to be waken when you need a donor.

To spill my heart to your charity selflessly, only wanting in return your company, but when i needed them, they just pulled a runner, they thought they only needed me, but i need them too. But i only existed when they needed me to listen cause their was no one there but me.

I think i'd miss a lot though i don't want to live much i'll just live through you and maybe that will be enough.

I'll miss you cause i needed you too. I love you. <3