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You’ve driven me over the edge,

for one last time.

I’m walking out the door,

never looking back.

Maybe with time,

I’ll forget the pain,

that you caused.

Maybe even find,

this thing called happiness.

People do love me,

it’s just so hard to see.

At least it is for me,

because of you,

and all you did to me.

I’ll always have these scars,

but they’ll just show,

that I made it through,

all the times you had driven me,

over the edge,

and I hit rock bottom.

But this is the last time,

I’m walking out the door.

Never looking back.



~*~ Jill ~*~