Where I am going
You cannot come with me.
It is a journey made my single souls
Who must face their fears alone.
 
I feel now that my words do not matter
That you nearly laugh at the thought of them.
I see now that I am not important
That you see me as a housefly you cannot kill.
 
Or so I feel, and that is why
You cannot come with me.
I must walk alone 
As I learn to love myself in spite of you.
 
I have given you too much
And taken too little.
I have sought to be who you needed
While getting nothing in return.
 
Today that makes me wish I could die
Tomorrow it will make me happy I am alive.