Poem

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 won’t be so bad.
It’s horrible though
If you ignore what 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.