They threw me out. 

They dropped me without ever looking back. 

An infant child sent into the abyss as punishment for existing. 

Ha. How did they expect me to turn out? I tried. I’m not enough to please anyone and I’m done trying. 

So guilt trip me, tell me it's all my fault. 

I have news for you people. I don't give a shit. 

I’ve stopped caring about what you think. 

I’d say sorry I wasn't the perfect woman you wanted me to be if I was still busy kissing your ass.
I used to be the angel sent from heaven to you and now that I’m done playing along you treat me like I’m some sort of delinquent. 

Who knew love was conditional? 

I slipped. 

I fell. 

Back into the abyss, deeper than before. 

But this time I have wings. 

I can’t stop the fall but I can help myself land. 

And I will embrace whatever is at the bottom with open arms. 

I’m done running. 

I’m done pleasing others. 

I’m not a pushover. 

Get over it because I’m done. 

Bye now and forever because I have no intention of coming back.