Maybe one day, I’ll forgive you 

I remember the times I asked myself 

if I’m worth it  

or why am I here in the first place– 

the times you made me feel left out 

or when you decided that being grouped with me meant 

that my opinion didn’t matter.

The lonely nights I asked the stars 

Why am I here in the first place? 

The times I asked myself if I was ever your friend– 

and I was judged for the things I liked. 

But it’s okay 

I’m used to being let down– 

used to people using me to profit themselves– 

used to being left alone in the dark-

But now  

Dawn is breaking soon 

My new beginning is starting 

without you