Betrayed By Yourself

Ha...! I just love the way people talk to me these days. Their ever so pitiful voices moved by my own pain. I left the life that I had...
End of story. But nobody ever stops. They keep trying to bring me back. I would just laugh, not even flinched by their words.
"Ha, Carlos is gone." I would say. Although... He used to be a good kid. He would study. Kiss his grandma goodnight, and his mom. Even though his dad was a drunk he still had friends, and a family that cared for him. He had a good thing going. "That was the old days." I would say. Then I'd walk away, making sure that I didn't look back. Now... Let me tell you about the story of how Carlos died, and how he lived.