wake Up!

Agony... My fountain of tears has dried out. Not one more drop will spill. The love I had for him is changing into something else, something I do not want attached to me anymore. Clarity... It took releasing everything within myself to realize the tears that fell were not worth a damn thing to him. I was walking in a fog as I romanticized what could have been. Freedom... I am free to be whoever I want to be. I had happily chained myself down to a person who truly wasn't meant for me. I am free. I am free. Who will I be?