Not seeing you but knowing that you're there makes me feel sick to the point where I feel left out, and abandoned and the least of your problems. Is it emotional rides or the ocean turning tides that makes me abide by my feelings? I don't know, but I do know that I never want to see you again. You have made me feel like I am trapped in so many ways, yet free in others. But my decision stands firm on the ground made of rock for my opinions are not shaking in the sand. Now if you feel left out, abandoned, or unimportant, you now feel what you've made me feel before. And thanks to my decision, I will never feel that way again knowing that sticks and stones may break my bones but words cannot break anything.