My Suitcase

I'm living out of this suitcase,
that you know has been packed.
Trying to forget,
all the nasty things you said.

Cleaning up your mess.
Covering it with lies.
I'm packing this suitcase.
I'm saying my last goodbyes.

To my room that was nothing more.
My filthy floor.
My broken door.

Goodbye to my house i called a home.
My friends.
My love.
The bad habits i adore.

I'm packing up my suitcase because of you.
The things you did forced my too.

I miss my house.
My garage.
My floor.
I'm not allowed to go there anymore.

Someone has to be mature.
But, this time I'm walking out the door.

I'm taking my suitcase
I'm not looking back.
I'm thinking happy thoughts...
Maybe I'll get my life on track.

I don't know where I'm going.
Or where I'm going to stay.
All I know is I'm leaving this place.
And my suitcase is packed....
so there's no more delay.