So I reached for the gun,

ready to end the me that I used to be.

She was hard to kill.

So steadfast and stubborn in her

laziness

and doubt

and irresponsible nature

I wouldn’t miss most of her.

She was never happy .

You’re never happy when you’re

slowly destroying yourself .

Letting in darkness

hatred

despair

I will miss the little parts though .

Those secret moments only she would know .

The parts where she did something right.

That version of me hardly ever did

something right

something good

something kind

Oh, but how the bad far outweighed

the shadowed good.

So goodbye old me.

Your existence in the past a lesson

reminder

encouragement

to my new, better self.