Get away,
Far from me.
Far from whatever we used to be.
I can't help but hate,
All the words you used to say.
I just can't get them out of my mind,
Just replaying the happiness I used to carry.
But that has now been replaced,
With pain,
And hatred.
With me drowning in my sorrows.
Would I DARE to go as far as never wanting to see you again?
Would I DARE to say you were the worst thing to happen to me?
No...
Never.
You made me happy,
At one point.
But was it all worth being wasted?
Wasted time...
Wasted energy...
You can run from your problems,
But they'll always follow you back.
So remember,
This problem will always follow you back.