How did I know that a half assed apology would make my way this morning?
How did I know that it wouldn't mean a thing, and that nothing would change?
History I suppose.
This history also shows, just how many nights I fought my own head to stay strong.
While you, lied, cheated, had no thought of my inner battle.
The battle you started.

I became weak as a kitten, with every passing day I yearned for the support from you.
I would scream "Please, I Just want you to hold me till I can face the world again!"
The screaming, you would just say would hurt your ears.
So, you'd walk away, or hang up the phone.
And the knife would go in deeper, through to the other side how many times?

If everyone else can see the pain in my eyes?
Are you the blind one? Or, do you just  see your own?
Am I just a mirror, and now that I am broken in pieces, not valued that much?
A little "****, I'm sorry" text.

After I tell you, you never run to me, so I give up.
I said you wouldn't do anything for me, and I deserve that.
I told you goodbye cause I was never worth that much to you.
and that you had every chance to prove the love I so desperately fought for,
you ignored me last night.

For the last time, you hung up on my pain.
For the last time, I let you, whom didn't care how hopeless I felt,
control the direction of my life.
You, were supposed to the man, the strong one protecting what you loved.
Yet, Battered, bruised, beat down by the world, and alone.
That's all I am.

You will read what I write, give up, and live on without me.
And that is why I choose to do the same.
History shows we weren't meant to  be.
And now I close the book, the pain.
And say Good Bye.