July Sixteen

This isn't the best way to say good-bye.
But is there ever a better one?
So ugly, so final, so meaningless.
And what is so good about it anyway?
But it's time I leave this stuff behind.
So much pain, guilt and self-loathing.
I want to understand why, I really do.
But you left me behind in the process.
I've been doing this for far too long.
It drains you of the will to go on.
So young in years.
So old in spirit.
I'm sorry. Forgive me.
I’m sorry too.
You’re forgiven.
I love you.