Sometimes I do things that make me cry on the inside.

I have the tendency to reach out

Then speak out

And say things that make me die on the inside

I feel deeply for this

For him

But I can’t stay here

And I can’t try for him

All these things that I know

And these things that I show

Serve only one purpose,

To express what I want, what I have to say

So even as I watch him walk down the hall

Head bowed, eyes full of tears that threaten to fall

I have to hold my head up high and pretend to be all right

Knowing all along that I can’t feel like he wants, that it doesn’t feel right

I don’t love him

And I wont pretend I do

So I say what I must

Doing what I have to

Break up not make up

Just keep my head up

All the while I cry on the inside

As I watch him walk away, slowly dying inside.