Leaving You Behind

 It's time to go, I’ve turned the page,  

So tired of living in your rage.  

Your words like knives, straight to my chest—  

Every hit felt, you never miss.

That door is closed, I’m moving on.  

The days of pain have come and gone.  

There’s not much left for me to say,  

Just know it hurts to walk away.

Eggshells and hand grenades around you,  

Don’t tell me you didn't feel it too.