If today was the day
that you made your break
What would you leave
What would you take
Can you bear the unknown
The fears of forever being alone
No friends
No bright hopes
No money
No home
weighted down by heartache
you just can't seem to shake
But somehow you've got to make
This break
Because inside you know you're dying
Wasting away precious life
While sadness cuts you
With its unfair knife
Nobody sees the grief in your eyes
Nobody cares
They don't realize
The emptiness of it all you despise
Dry those eyes
Grab your favorite things
and walk out the door
As you should have long before
© James T. Adair
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