Leave, Without Saying Goodbye

The more I go ahead in time,
The more I wish to go back to my past.
Because I realise, in life's paradigm,
None of this, is ever going to last.

I tend to not care,
Or is it just a pretence that you can't bear?
I honestly don't know anymore,
You can walk out through those open doors.

But still, why?
Why do I feel broken - shattered easily,
Crumbling from the inside -
With the slightest touch of emotional strings.
I don't wish to be like this.

Maybe because, you didn't ever care,
And maybe because, you weren't ever there.
You see, life's based on many lies.
So, all I did was leave, without saying goodbye.