On the roof

Sitting and rethinking
all that was said, all that was done
the broken hearts and shattered windows
makeup done. outfit on. yet i sit on the roof with intent
thinking
the words truthfully meant
although never said, knowing she would react this way
she left
tears down her pale face
still no regret
she thinks to herself why?
she knows the excuses
she knows the reason
yet she questions
why?
after all shes done, all shes sacrificed
why?
its me
the problem
and the solution
my dissaperence would bring a party
filled with relief and joy
yet why do i still breathe
in such a cruel world
were violence is spread faster than prayers
i could cry and ask for forgiveness
and she will accept
but we all know the truth is
in two days
ill do it again
i learned to run
far and fast from my problems
what they don't realize is
there is only so far and so long
until all your problems catch up
and ill you
all at once
so do i blame myself for her tears?
yes
will i do it again?
yes
will i sit on this roof again
feet on the edge with a mind to jump
yes
but that's all part of growing up
inst it?