Why

Why? Why can't I stop thinking about you. Why can't I get you off my mind.

It just hit me, you have been hurt.

I cannot stand to see your wrists, your stomach, scarred forever with pain.

It hurts me that she hurt you. 

It hurts me to hear what you went through.

But you have turned out to be such a strong, confident, beautiful, young woman.

Others may not see it, but I believe you will grow up just fine.

I just wish that I could be apart of all that. 

When i leave Dallas, we will be over.

What we never had, nor will ever have will be gone. 

Poof. 

Bye, bye.

Peace out.