In a journal of scribbled words
I keep thoughts I want unheard,
thoughts of hope, thoughts of doubt,
wondering what lifes all about.
Searching through memories,
of feelings I tried to hide,
remembering all the times you laughed,
and the times when I made you cry.
You said you had enough
and couldn't take it anymore
I didnt know how bad I hurt you
til you packed your things
and walked out the door.
I never thought it would feel so bad
the day that I hurt you,
but you said you had enough
and did what you had to do.
Now I'm all alone
trapped in my own deep thoughts,
I finally figured out
your trust is something that is earned
and can never be bought.
Another chapter in my life unfolds,
each time I take a look,
it's time that I let you go
turn the page, close the book.