Cry

In the garage where you go to hide. 

Box of tissues, the place you can cry.

Only thing you want is to be by their side.

Too afraid of the change, you let the tears flow free from your tormented eyes.

You wonder if they hate you so.

Hope they move on and just let you go.

They deserve all the happiness they could ever know.

You deserve nothing but pain, seeds of sadness you did sow.

What if you’re wrong and it is you they are meant for.

Should they have the choice to celebrate all you are and see you soar?

Could be, in their eyes you deserve the world and more.

Will you take the step, they are just behind the door?