leaving

I'm tired of dreaming.

I'm through with trying.

Tired of living, yet scared of dying.

Maybe things are good for you,

but look at all that I've been through.

Look at all the pain I've won.

I bet you think that it's been fun.

You never thought I'd turn away.

You never believed you'd see this day.

Look again because here I go,

leaving behind all I know.

Changing it all as I must do.

Not daring to stop and think things through.

Wanting to run as fast as I can,

not stopping until I understand.

Like why did I let things get this way?

Why didn't I leave yesterday?

How are things going to be

since there is no more you and me