Gone

I guess I'm torn, torn between crying and waiting for you to leave.
Something inside of me wants to let my tears fall like rain
but maybe that's from abuse.
The abuse you leave me in
here alone stuck within the wall of my own mind
Crying inside, but wishing you'd go
So I can get on with my life and prove how little I mean to you
You say you'll miss me the most
that's why it's hard to go.
Maybe because you won't have anyone to fight with when you're gone.

But I can only take so much.
The glass cracked,
It's back to sand
that you crushed
My heart is the sand that you walked all over.
And like the glass I once was
When I shatter I hope a piece of me jabs you, cuts you open
Then maybe you'll feel my pain
because goodbye to me means nothing to you
So here I am dust in the wind, blown away