I'm not coming home

Even if you loved me, I cannot come home
For it is too late now, I've already gone.
Please forgive me that I left
But I know it was for the best.

"Now don't go crying", is what I tell myself,
"And for broken heart? Drink to good health".

I have run from the thunder, fled from the rain;
These foes they follow, to haunt me again.
Don't think I'm lying to make myself stronger
There tears are real, hidden in laughter.

By Pete Scopes