Leaves and good-byes

Good-byes never seem to be easy.
Those ones who result from anger and fury seem like the ones who are at least a bit easier, depending on who you leave and why, because you disappear in rage and you won't miss anything.
But, those good-byes which are a result from disappointment in someone or his deeds, seem to be the worst ones because you think about the loss of time you believe to better had it invested into something else. You call yourself a fool for being so blind, for being so naive and for putting so much trust into someone who doesn't seem to have deserved it.

Being deceived might not seem much important, but sometimes it's killing.
It might be killing.
Physically or mentally.