I'm leaving you tomorrow,
and never looking back.
I many not be happy,
but you left me long ago.
My life is not easy,
struggles are worth living for.
Just like the year 2525,
if it were not for present time.
This is my story,
not your poem.
Life is worth living,
not dying for.
I love being me,
and never wanted to be her.
If I frighten you,
remember you changed me.
Being strong again is a gift,
of not hiding from the hurt.