Dead And Gone

I will never understand how you work. Were you ever this bitter? If so, why do you try to be? Or, is that who you really are? Through pain and heartbreaks. This is the only way to truly know what you are. It's like, everything people do makes you feel fucked up inside. Anything unconventional to you is like putting shit across your face. You hate it, you loathe it, the air stinks whenever 'fun' comes pouring in. If all I do is to give you a bad name, why don't you just throw me away? If just the sight of me makes you sick, why can't you just ignore me and move on? If I'm a slob and I don't give a damn about your beliefs, why don't you just shut me out of your life? Instead, you make an effort to always bring me down, and it hurts. But I know I can be strong, and so I wake up from the nightmares and I continue living. The nightmares come every now and then, but you don't realize that I can make it through. I can deal not being able to have you in my life. In fact, it's better that way. Because when even a speck of your presence leaves my life, an air of freedom comes and takes me away from all of this misery. It's alright, and it's fine by me. If you won't leave, then I'll take the liberty to do so for you. I'll leave you alone, I won't touch you and your companions. I know it in my heart that I don't have the courage to meet you in the eye if I ever make a colossal mistake. And for that, I'll gladly take the leave.