Getting Better

Times turn horrible,
days turn gray.
In the saddening month,
this month of may.

When you kissed me bye,
everything fell apart.
My spirits broke,
and so did my heart.

But you don't care,
that its breaking in two.
For you think that I,
don't feel this blue.

You think that I'm,
just as happy as can be.
But you don't know,
the feelings in me.

The ones that bring,
these thoughts to my head.
The ones that make me,
want to be dead.

So into the woods,
I take that knife.
The one I would use,
to take my life.

I thought of all,
the good times we had.
The times of happy,
and the times of sad.

When I realized that,
my life was fine.
And only you,
had crossed that line.

I don't need you,
I have great friends.
Ones that will be here,
till the end.

So now I'm the one,
saying goodbye.
For over you,
I will no longer cry.

Cause now I'm happy,
no longer sad.
And only at you,
Am I mad.