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It was my time to leave,
This place Id had come to know as home.
My heart tortured, by lies, deceit,
of not knowing what
would become of me.
This place, with all its memories,
where I had depended on
to keep me safe, felt empty to me now.
With no idea how,
before I would allow my heart to shatter,
I would abandon any thought of trying
yet again.
I tried in vain, not looking back
as that dusty road, the one that had become
so familiar to me disappeared from view.
Countless times, I had wished all
my dreams would once again become
reality, but my heart knew there
wasnt reason in even trying.
Alone, but not, since I have me,
My life is now mine,
I have learned to cry not for what seemed
a loss of life, but for me.
Now I am able to realize,
being alone, alone
Is so much better
then being alone together.
Once again, I am able to smile,
not because I need to,
but because I want to.
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