Gone Poem by Carole Stout

The pain you put through me is there.
But you're not.
You're gone.
You have no idea how much you me.
I'm done crying over you.
Even though you knew I would do anything for you, you still left.
I'm done being sad over you.
What you did isn't right.
But whatever.
You said the tears would dry.
But all I do is sit here and cry.
You think I'm gonna forget.
I'm not.
Good-bye, for good.
You made your mistakes.
You broke me and made me weak.
I won't be myself for awhile.
But one day when I'm back I'll smile.
I'm gone.