it's over. i'm done.

complications
hesitations
factions, fictions
all in sections
missing pieces
put together
don't really fit
will they ever
who are you ?
who am i ?
if it's really wrong,
why is it right ?
standing strong
in the darkness
trying to breathe
in a room that is airless
hold my breath and wait for the sun
waiting for everything to come undone
as it always does
and i feel the pain
going through it
all over again
not wanting to continue
to move forward, move on
i'm over the hearache.
it's over.
i'm done.