It's time to go.

It's time to go now.
I guess it's been time for a long time.
Not that I will actually leave.
It's still time to go.

Identifying the essence: barely tolerated is what I get.
Tell me I'm wrong.
Please tell me I'm wrong.
I want to be wrong.

I'm just rent.
You spend most of your time criticizing me and yelling at me.
Cutting me down.
You say you don't mean it that way.
I don't think you know you do.

I think I should leave now.
One way or another.
Before I lose myself anymore.
Before I become you.
I can't be you so it will just make me split
with the conflict.
I should leave.
Right now.