When I’m done, I’m done, by MwsR
When I’m done, I’m done

There is no happiness, no fun.

Won’t let it make me sad

Just know without you wont be so bad.

It’s horrible though

If you ignore what is inside, you know.

When glad times fade away

When there is nothing left to say.

The same hello and goodbyes mean nothing anymore

The anticipation now has turned to a bore.

You can and should still carry on, go ahead

You deserve to continue, flourish, and be anything but “dead”.

If there ain’t no more room in there or with them,

Pick up yourself and walk away, start again.

Who needs complicated, dilapidated, and aggravated?

Not me, not you , not ever.

Thank you for reading 🙂