Haze

When I pack up my bags and leave I do not want you to worry.
I will missed but I was told to grow up and find my bliss
and to be honest this world isn't it

My soul understands that some people are meant to walk this path
I would love to meet you and hold space for you all as you heal and relearn your worth

My pains forever lost to the wind of your judgment
And that one fine day those calls won't mean a single thing.
But we all have our stories

If mine doesn't fit the multitude of what you'd imagined I'll understand 

Please note that if I ever lay six feet under
because I chose this path then don't hate me for it
Rather understand that I just wasn't comfortable here