It'll Never End.

it'll never matter.

It'll never matter how many times I blame myself, nor how many times I blame you.
It'll never matter the amount of times I say I hate you, nor the amount of times I mutter, "I hate myself".
It'll never matter that we once talked for hours on end or that we video chatted until we fell asleep, nor will it ever matter that we don't even send simple "How are you?" messages or think about coming to one another when something isn't going our way.
This damned, stupid writing will never matter and neither will I.
And one day, something will go wrong and you'll never know and then anything and everything we (n)ever had won't even matter because I'll be gone and nothing but a frail memory of our nothing will remain.

But it won't matter, because you're happy with all you've ever wanted while I sit here, loathing what I wish to be and who I wish to be with because all anyone's ever done is disappointed me
and
all I've ever done is disappoint myself.

But, it'll never matter.