Poem: Closing the Door

The door is closing, and the time has come to say goodbye.

 Yet it never seemed that I was there at all.

The pictures do not exist.

The memories are far and few.

Th hurt lives within the walls.

The ones that hold the truth but knows nothing.

A story that was written, but never told.

Is this the really the end.

Has my time come to say goodbye?

As much as try not to care, it has become hard for me to cry.

This was my first, this was only, and my worst mistake.

The door is closing, yet I am still running to catch it.

I know it must for me to grow.

I just cannot seem to let it go.

This is a place that I will not miss but will cherish for a lifetime.

It is time for the door to close.

Poem: The Final Goodbye

If I were to drop dead right now, would you miss me?

I would not.

What is there to miss.

You do not like me now, and most importantly I do not like me.

I have no love, and I have none to give.

My time is not valuable, and lately I have not been feeling worthy.

I think it is best for me to go.

Do not cry.

It is not like you were going to do it anyway.

I will not be there to help you wipe them up.

Those tears would not be for me.

They would be for things you need from me.

It is my time to go, so please let me.

My heart is no longer beating, and I do not have the strength to keep this up.

This is it!

The final goodbye.

Where I will go, no one knows.

Just know this house is no longer my home.