I don’t know how I feel about you
I assume I try not to because I’ve come to the conclusion you don’t even care, or else the series of events that brought us here would’ve been different
A traumatic experience is what I experienced but I don’t regret it.
I need the growing pains that came with it

I don’t have enough words to explain the pain that caused me
I don’t have the energy to make you feel the anger that became of me
It feels unfamiliar not to care about what you once were so familiar with
I’m not worried nor am I trying, I can even say I’m fine an wouldn’t be lying

I’ve lived and I’ve learned at the peak of feeling like stupidity was far more worse than a flatline
I’ve grown but believe it took a lot of wallowing in ill feelings 
It’s tears of joy I’m over it when I speak on you
As the tears of feeling pathetic helped water the deep rooted learning lessons which weren’t hard to come by 

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