you're gone and I am glad
I had the thought, I shed a few tears as a result of it. but not nearly as many as you caused, I had the thought, that I might be able to make you disappear, not in reality, but only in my imagination, I had the thought, that I might be able to cut you off, Despite the fact that I saw you every day, That was my thought, and it happened, I'm not sorry because you deserved it. from all the anguish you inflicted on me
This poem is about:
Me