I think the saddest thing about getting older,
is all the things that you'll realize you never knew
about me, and how easily i hid them from you.
And you're only just seeing everything fall into place,
every excuse and subject change, and flat out lie,
because i separated myself from your life.
I finally have the freedom to leave, and
i'm disentangling our lives piece by piece.
I am who i am, especially without you,
completely mental and ****** up,
but at least now i can just be
and not worry about what you think
or wonder if you believed me when i told you
i wasn't okay.