How do you say goodbye?

I stumble upon people after people by trying to find out who would like me for who I am.

I tried investing my heart and soul and got cut off in the end.

I tried relating to them to make them like me just as much as I like them.

And I began snipping off parts of me to be perfect, to pretend.

I don't know when it started, why I did what I did.

But I guess I liked how they loved me when I hid

All those feelings that make up all of the galaxies in me,

All those raw heartbeats that made me complete.

Last night I was alone with a knife stabbed in my chest,

I tried pulling it out to be able to breathe again.

Little by little, I began to feel the fresh air.

I started to fly and I promise to never return again.