Bye. Bye. Bye

When the flashbacks start again. When they pull and tug at Your heart. Tears still slide when these thoughts return even though you just wish they’d disappear. Disapproval from life itself still Taunts you all the time but you’d just wish it would Give up before you do. That’s why it repeats. It wants to let you know it wants you gone. Gone. Gone. Wanting to get better. Wanting to break free but you can’t. Can’t. Can’t. Slowly heading south again and seeing all the beautiful cracks smile goodbye. Allowing yourself to fall. Fall. Fall. All your cares let go. Go. Go. Your life passing you and you don’t even have the strength to care.