• Well maybe now I should just say goodbye
    You used to be my friend
    But I never felt I really was yours
    So maybe this is the end.
    I'm different from you, all of you
    Each other we've never understood
    I hope that if I do tell you goodbye
    That it won't be for good.
    Whenever I'm mad it hurts me so bad
    And you don't even care
    I don't know why, I just want to cry
    And someday I won't be there.
    The streaks on my arm they've done me no harm
    They're only made of pen
    But once they are blood that turns brown like mud
    They'll be there again and again.
    If I'm mad at you I'll hurt myself too
    But that doesn't really matter
    Although when I hurt I feel like dirt
    And my spirit's bruised and battered.
    I do not know why it has to be so
    I really wish it did not
    But the way this has been going
    it is basically shot.
    You don't need me and we don't need we
    And that's how I think I know why
    These words are the ones I have to speak-
    I love you, but goodbye.

    By: April Bergfeld