Mess I've made

Tryping with no direction

If you asked me what the hardest part of this whole thing has been,
I wouldn't be able to give you an answer,
Because quite frankly, it's all been hard.

What I can tell you is that the word hurt is an understatement.
Because I don't just hurt when I see things that have to do with you.
I burn.
My chest feels like it's burning and my hands start to tremble.

I didn't mean for things to turn out the way they did..
But I had always warned you that people never stay.
I had damaged you enough, and it was time for the storm to pass.
I'm a strong storm. A storm that wrecks cities, and crushes all kinds of life.
And I knew that I didn't want to suck you into the kind of messes I leave behind.
And even if I knew, I wouldn't ever be prepared for the pain that this is causing.
Because I missing you comes in waves, huge tsunamis,
But I will have to clean up my own mess this time around.