What Could Be Worse

Than to bid your goodbyes, knowing it'll never be the same again?

Sure, you're not dead, you'll be around.

Of course we'll stay in touch!
We'll promise to meet up again, won't we?

We were supposed to end this journey we started, together.

I thought one blow was bad enough, but it had to be two.

This is why I should have, and I should'n't have.
I knew closeness and happiness,
Would only bring that much more hurt when we open our mouths to say it.

I only hate it because I know that once someone's touched my heart, they'll burn an ugly scar that will keep a part of you with me forever.

Always.

Even when you've walked out of my life.

I hate that word.

Why is everybody leaving me?