• Sometimes,
    the choice to be alone,
    is the best choice,
    all on your own,
    time to sort out your feelings,
    leave people who were unfufilling.

    You're tired of your moist,
    wet,red eyes,
    You're sick of the lies,
    Backstabbing and hurt,
    light them like a peice of paper,
    let them burn,
    Until they're burnt.

    Shove them in the dumpster,
    with the garbage you've recieved from them,
    Close the lid and lock it,
    return them to where they've come,
    They bang on the walls,
    You hear their calls,
    You walk away,
    as they cuss and swear all day.

    You smile and laugh,
    they are stuck in trash.

    Themselves.