This words and pent up emotions.

One

What am I thinking?
Thought you'll always be with me.
Thought you'll never leave me.

I guess I'm wrong.

I'm always wrong.

So now, I won't care to any thing.
Anyone.
I won't care.

"I think I love you. . ."

I also thought of that.
Yet I'm wrong.
Always wrong.

So now.

Anger.

Guilt.

Fear.

Agitation.

And

Sorrow fills me.

They dwell in me.

I'm like an oil lamp on a rainy road.

Slowly fainting.

Slowly dying.

Being eaten by the darkness of the world.

Darkness of people's intention.

Darkness in the heart of everyone.

"I'll always and always be right here."

What happened to that huh?

What happened. . .

To Us?

What there ever been an us?

Well as for someone who don't know me.

Don't know us.

Don't anything about us.

They must be thinking I'm over reacting.

But no.

I'm not over reacting.

You just don't know.

You don't understand.

No one understands.