What's wrong with you?

Why do you think like that?

Yes, the stars will still shine at night.

Yes, the sun will still be radiant as the day before.

You're so selfish.

What about them?

What about the sister who will drop to her knees as she looks into your empty eyes?

What about the brother who will hold his head in despair and regret?

What about the mother  who will carry your picture everywhere she goes?

What about the father who won't be able to say "Goodnight!" to his child?

What about the friend who couldn't live without their other half?

What about the boyfriend who lost the one person who accepts him?

What about the girlfriend who can't intertwine her fingers with yours?

What about the person who wanted to say "Hi.", but waited too long?

But, mostly,

What about the future?
The future that wanted to fix the past.
The future that wanted to renew you?
The future that was to fix you?

You **** the future, more than you.

Because the future is you.

You killed all that could've become of you.

You killed you.



Now, all there is, is the past you.

The broken you.


Out of all them.

That will be the one that will be remembered.