Poems of Pain and Solitude

Why not?

You don't know anything.

You never knew anything

About the soul who remained alive

For you.

I'll let you know me in three words.

Broken.

Empty.

Nothing.

I was lonely.

You came in and held me company.

Then you shattered me.

Now it's once more solitary.

There's nothing holding me back now.

There's no reason.

It was you all along.

But where's the reason now?

I don't want to die.

I just don't want to live.

I'm tired. Of living.

And the only way out of living is dying.

Happiness won't heal love's wounds.

It shall cover it. It's an idle, ephemeral way out.

Sorrow follows you everywhere.

Beauty is adamant, but often blinded.

I don't yearn for death.

I yearn for an exit to life.

And you don't know the difference, do you?

You've never known anything.

Well.

Good for you,

Because the fools

Are the innocent.

The past hurts.

The present is empty.

And I don't want to turn the page

If it's just to unravel more hurt.

So why not end it here, dear friend?

Why not?

Fall to endless sleep?

Why not?

Thank you to @tiarobinswrites for understanding.