I can’t make you happy, so I am letting go, I say.
Tired and fed up of living a lie that I am happy with you and that you’re happy too.
I feel strangled, yes I am strangled and tongue tied when I am with you.
I feel empty, I feel pity, I feel so not me.
I dearly love you, I have loved you, yes I do.
But it hurts, yes it hurts and I have reached the point.
So now I am moving on, yes I am moving on, I say.
I can make it, I say.
Now I am happy, I am free. I am me.
I am finally FREE.
Just when I thought I am useless for words, I ended up writing this.
A poem, whatever you call that.. 🙂