Moving On

I painted my room at midnight,
so I would know,
that yesterday was over,
and that we were finally done,
I took all your pictures,
of the walls,
and through them all away,
into a box,
that I shoved,
into the back of the closet,
never to be opened,
because I'm sick,
of always crying,
caused by you,
for I haven't slept,
in what seems,
like a century,
and now I can,
barely breathe,
because I'm sick,
of always looking back,
and wondering what,
could of been,
but I know the choice,
I made is the right one,
because I know,
we could have never been,
so I just let you slip away,
because I'm better off,
without you in my life,
for I have moved on,
and found a better life,
that doesn't envolve you,
always hurting me,
and now I can finally,
breathe for the first time,
in my whole life.