The choice is mine my friend.
I am sorry.
I am moving on.
Getting away, breaking free, and going on with my life.
It has been too screwed up until now.
Now is the perfect time to release me.
Let me go, so that I can know the happiness that was meant to be.
I don't want the guilt.
I want to know I'm loved.
And to love in return.
I'm trying so hard.
Trying to live my life.
Actually live it.
Not watching as it passes by.
For once, the chains are losened around my ankels and wrists.
The rope taken away from my neck.
I am allowed to do so much more than I could have ever hoped or dreamed.
I feel like an unstopable force, moving in the direction of the wind.
Floating on a cloud, going to the impossible.
I have crawled my way here on broken glass andI am not going back.
It is time to leave.
So goodbye my friend.
Goodbye my keeper.
Goodbye my lonely savior.
I love you and always will.
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