I remember when you packed your bags
Such a haste to leave behind the waste
Waste of life
Waste of matter
Everything was the matter with you
Filled the bags to the brim
With tears and broken memories
The house was silent
No sobs to be heard
You learned to silence your cries
Filled the bags to the brim
Walked away
Walked for miles or hours
Not too sure
You came to my house
Your face buried in tears
You had finally snapped
Your bag had broken
Along with that wall that kept me from you
I helped you up and taught you to stand again
Within a week you were back there
Back in your own hell