I go the wood when I'm upset.
When I need to think by myself.
I walk, I talk, I cry, I scream.
The woods is were I go.
It is my safe haven.
It is a place to get lost in, when I'm lost in myself.

Sure, It use to be a place of joy and excitement,
back when we were together,
but now, I look back on the spots we use to stop,
I reminisce of those times ,
I wish they were still here.

I sit on the bench and look out on the lake and watch the sun set.
The glorious shade of oranges and purples fade into the distance.
I sit and I think, my head in my hands, and I ask God where did I go wrong?
What did I do to make her want something more.

I pick up a rock by my feet, writing what I truly loved on it, and I throw it into the lake.
Its gone shes gone and there is no going back.

I stand up and scream out my frustration to the wind.
I turn around,
I don't look back,
Shes gone and,
Shes not coming back