We don't know each other any more.
too many changes
too many paths
we took our chances
was it "our" last....
sure we'll see each other again,
but it won't be the same people that said goodbye.
is it even worth fighting for?
is it worth the anger
the pain 
the hostility?
the hate...i do hate.
don't want to hate.
i don't want to hate.
no fingers pointed
why?
why? 
why?
death is a welcoming door
promising peace and an end to suffering.
An end.
an end to pain.
tears don't come for happiness..
at least they don't for me
it takes a lot for me to cry
and i cry a lot...now.
is the door still there?
where are the welcoming arms?
sometimes it feels as even that door is closed to me
it doesn't want me.
where do i go?
nowhere to go.
You can stop the pain?
..you can stop the pain.
but who are you?
Are you me?
Are you he?
are you He?
who are you?
will you stop these thoughts?
can you stop this knife?
can you stop this...this ...
do you want to stop it?
No you don't do you.
No you dont.
what is this?
im trapped i can't breathe
its all gone.








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