By Myself

I did it without you.

I suffered all the heartache, all the pain.

You cried out off anger.

I cried out of sadness.

I said mean, hateful things.

You meant them.

I strove to be with you.

It was nothing for you to walk away.

So just walk away.

And I'll pick myself up.

You asked if you could help pack me away.

No, I packed myself up before, no thanks to you.

I'll do it again, all by myself.