Not Wanting To Sustain Anymore Pain Poem by Piccola Topo Gigio

When I know I have to let you go, but still want to hold on to you.
When I know we have nothing in common, yet still search for similitude.
Know I won't see your smile no more, because it's me who chose so.
Know I won't hear your words no more, because I banned them fro.

My heart breaking into a million pieces, and millions more.
A sting, spiking, again and again, causing relentless sore.
For what good it is to keep hope, when efforts turn in vain?
What good to be kind, when gestures are cast, with such disdain?

Hence my hurt turns into anger, subsiding and rising.
My anger turns into hatred, increasing and decreasing.
And when I realize that my hatred stems from all the hurting.
My hatred becomes sorrow, and my sorrow turns into mourning.

What did hope do; wasn't faith just cheap deceit?
What did patience bring; wasn't waiting false conceit?
I died and you didn't notice, I cried but you did not hear.
I picked up the pieces, yet you never knew I was near.

So I bid you goodbye,
And trust, you'll be fine.