The yelling has stopped
His bags are packed
I love him unconditionally
He still left me

He was my fist kiss
Always will be my first love
I loved him with all my heart
He was still taken away from me

No one understands
He left me first to live out of state
He left me without a choice, they said he didn't feel any pain
They both left me all along to suffer and drown in my sadness

He tells me that I can come visit whenever I can
I ask myself, who he'd be today?
Neither help ease what is really going on
So, I pick up pen and paper

And I write
I write about the feelings no one sees
The feelings inside