Looking down.
It’s all I ever do now
Thanks to you.
Looking down,
Bottling my feelings
Like you’ve taught me to.

Looking down,
The floor a mess of splats and swirls
In the eyes of this broken girl, confused
This girl you’ve only ever used.


But I’m tired.
Tired of feeling this every day
Feeling my emotions, at their tips, slowly fray
In your hands, caged, withering away.

Looking down, to
The same cold view
Now seeing more than just my worn old shoes
Which you of course hate, as if that’s news.

Looking down,
I think maybe it’s time to live a life I choose
To stroll down new avenues
Not one of them with a sign of you

Free from your grasp and let to fly,
No turning back, my head held high,

Looking up
Goodbye.