Growing up Sad

nothing left to do
you’re writing me these letters
I burnt them all along with pictures and memories.
you ripped out my heart
Im sorry,
Im sick of losing all of whats mine
you think I’m giving up, but i grew up
you think you wont but not this time.
now its time to break it off.
these feelings for you.
and now its time to break it off
why does acceptance mean be as fake as possible?
(along with your eyes).pictures falling.
what will you do when I am gone?
will you just walk away?