The Day I Leave

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I am struggling right now, and it just feels like life is going on without me, like there’s a milestone, an achievement that everyone has gotten to, and I’m just here trying to muster up the strength to get out of bed. I’m hurting, my heart is still bruised, I accidentally dropped myself and broken them into pieces. There’s a pain that still lingers each time I breathe.

I am still waiting for the day where I would leave and never come back, and when the day comes, I will pack my bags and drive away without saying goodbye. I’ll leave knowing I’ve waited long enough, tried long enough, loved long enough and there’s nothing more left in me to give in. The day I leave will be the day my body is screaming to recover from all the wounds and bruises I never get to heal.

The day I leave will be the day I let go of myself, to find the freedom I have been holding back on, to find the words that was long hidden underneath the heart. The day I leave will be the day I ask myself if I’ll ever come back but I’m never coming back. The day I leave will be the day I walk away forever.