how is it? living alone, like you always wish come back to an empty home with no warm meal prepared the silent night you crave how is it? making me leave instead marking my actions as running away with no empathy left the last option you offered to me " you must be happy, finally leaving " " that's what you want to do, always " that day, my steps weighed more than myself looking at the living room that once witnessed our laughter for a moment, the shattered glass that you cause didn't pierce into me deeply but i still walked past the door and the last bulb switched off leaving the whole house in black just like how you done to my hope