I Guess This Is Goodbye

You won’t miss me when I’m gone,
I’m not asking you too,
I’m fresh out of those request,
I’m just tired now,
The pain I feel won’t heal,
The weight on my shoulders heavier than ever,
The tears won’t dry in the pillow anymore,
But that doesn’t stop them from falling,
Nights like these I wish they were raindrops,
Instead it’s my insecurities,
It’s my hopelessness,
It’s the thought that no matter how hard I try,
I’m not getting my fair shake,
But maybe I missed my chance,
Years ago,
Foolish pride should have been put to the side,
Instead I used it to design myself into this person,
Who became comfortable being alone,
Until it became unbearable,
Now finding what I need is the needle,
The needle in the haystack,
The haystack surrounded by acres of hay,
The needle hidden in it all waiting for me to find it,
But it’s hard now,
It’s tiring,
I’m giving up,
Because at this point,
Ending it seems like it’ll hurt less,
And then maybe you’ll appreciate me,
I wanted my flowers while I could smell them,
Now I’ll be just happy to receive them,
Cause at the end of the day,
I just wanted to be appreciated for who I was,
And not who I wasn’t,
Maybe now, I’ll get that opportunity.

Published by Kareem Gaynor

Kareem Gaynor aka Pres Remo is an African-American writer, songwriter, photographer and graphic designer from Brooklyn, NY. He's self taught and self motivated although he finds inspiration in many places. Follow his antics on social media at @iampresremo.

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