I know you didn't mean to,

but you made me sad seven days of the week.

You used to be happy,

but the happiness ran out and you were left with a mean streak.

I wanted to be there for you,

I want to be able to get where you're coming from,

but I know that I'm strong and smart,

even though you tell me that I'm weak and dumb.

I'm so much better off without you,

you held me down,

and I couldn't get back up,

but now I'm up and off of the ground.

I'm never going back

to your own personal hell.

I'm sorry for leaving,

but I'm unhappy when I'm with you if you couldn't tell.

You made me cry

and that's not okay.

So I'm going to leave,

hopefully your happiness will come back one day.

C.V.

a/n: yet again, the title doesn't make sense oops