Goodbye.

Still you insist on keeping me here when you know very well that you can do fine on your own. Why? Why must I give in to your pleas? You look at me with those eyes full of emotion. Fake emotion. I know this because after I nod for your sake, you smile and carry on with your life as if there is nothing else to do but give thanks. And even that you do not do. It crushes my soul to be living in such a style of life. You walk in and out of that door without a word, not a single 'hello' or 'goodbye.' Well now I think there's something wrong with that and since those words have never really been used before in this house that we exist in, I suppose I...will be the first to say it...

Goodbye.