So often I run to hide,
So that I may seek to find.
The beauty I've seen in my mind.
Through this disaster I see a slight chance of hope.
And the words on this paper,
The words in which I wrote,
I hope you'll read them and on them choke.
And the past remains and at times over me it hovers.
I continue as though I'm a heart-sick lover.
No longer can I stay here and this problem define.
Along with a life of this kind.
A life that continues untouched and in a bind.
So from this moment forward I leave you behind.
I'll try my best to move ahead and no longer look back.
For the short and simple fact.
I now see all things in which you lack.
I no longer can have doubt within myself.
And no longer can I feel feelings in which I've once felt.
So I'll do whatever it takes so as to cut out of me.
So things can settle and become what they maybe.
Now this is all done and over.
I rest in peace knowing I've finished with closure.