Taking down the pictures,
and all your little notes.
It's like a mental torture,
and my heart can't cope.

Putting them in a box,
like boxing up my feelings.
I can't breathe any more,
as I stare at the ceiling.

Lying on my bed,
thinking of the past.
I was sure and so certain,
that this would last.

"Obviously not"
ridicules my brain.
There goes my hope and dreams,
washed down the drain.

You said I gave you hope.
Obviously not enough.
My heart, my poor little heart,
just isn't that tough.

My heart is broken.
Look what you did.
I'm a broken mess.
Just a poor little kid.

Our first kiss.
Our last goodbye.
The nights we spent together,
were they all a lie?

It's actually happened.
I can't believe it's here.
The day has finally come,
to shed my last tears.

Oh and trust me, they will come,
they will come thick and fast,
and all because of you.
How long will they last?

And I don't understand.
You don't seem sad at all.
I thought you loved me,
but you just seem so cool,

About this situation,
which we have in hand.
I suppose I need to move on.
We live in different lands.

I miss you even more now,
and I am tired of my thoughts.
Shut up and leave me be.
Please.
I beg of you.
Leave me be.