Here

People have talked about stick and stones, but I'm just tired of dealing with it in the first place. Yes, I can handle it. I only wish there wasn't so much hate.
I left groups of people, because they were fake. I grabed the boxes, got away, but not very far. I raked up my life to live in something just as toxic.

I'm tired of having to get back up. I want to stay happy. My Dear, my life isn't meant to be here. I'm going to disappear. When I leave, I'll never come back. If you can't tag along, that's not something I will bare anymore. I'm tired. I'm sore. I can be happy. So, I'm leaving all the pain here.

A few thoughts tell me to stay, but if I listen I may never get the chance again.

I'm leaving today and laying the ground work for healing to begin. There's nothing left to steal my joy.

I'm not listening to all the noise. I'm tired.. I'm happy. I'm leaving. I'm focusing on me. Goodbye, My Dear. It isn't my fault you wouldn't come with me. I'll cherish the few good things we had, but once again. There's nothing here. Now that I'm gone, I can't let you back in.