of all the things I should have said

So many words that I held back. So many times. So many things that I should have told you. So many things that you deserved to hear.

I debate it sometimes, whether to find you and set things right. To give you back all the burdens you handed me. Or to just rip the pages from the book. Burn them slowly and let the black ashes swirl in the wind and blow you out of my life forever.