Breakeven

I can't do it anymore. 

I just can't. 

Having to listen all about your new life while I'm left here in the dust. 

Feeling...

insignificant, left behind, hurt, and stupid. 

I'm sorry, I really don't want to hurt you, and who knows if my absence will even make a difference? Maybe you won't even feel anything when I tell you. When I look you in the eye and finally say the words to set me free. 

"I just can't do this anymore." 

Then I'll leave, it's what I'm good at. 

Anyway, 

I'm sorry, 

but I'm out.