Goodbye.

What a cruel, painful word. 

But I'm sick and tired

At working at something

In which there's nothing for me to work.

Because I like you

But you don't like me

But don't you feel bad,

I deal with this all the time baby.

But this right here,

This is me drawing the line

This is me saying

"No!"

Because honey,

I refuse to cry.

I'm done.

It's over.

I'm saying goodbye.

Not good night,

Not see you later

Or I'll text you tomorrow.

No.

I'm saying farewell.

Because if I don't cut this off now,

I'll just put myself

Through even more hell.