Tearing apart, I don't who I'm meant to be, frequently waking up from sleep, repeating a paragraph over and over and I'm feeling shattered underneath, reliving what it took to leave, with a handful of photographs
Barely a part, I don't know what I'm supposed to feel, is the pain enough for me, am I scarred enough?
You know I found this gloom
When I made a move for my self
And took time to heal
My carelessness
I never meant to say goodbye