So yes die oustside
About life without you
You forced me to
figure it out.
To be wise is to know and to know is to understand and to understand is to have compassion.
I might die alone
He elucidated to himself
I had a whole poem in my head for this one but realized the idea of me explaining what it's like to die alone to myself was in of itself a symptom of a slow insanity inducing death.
gave me something to live for, even if only for a moment
are simply here to show others what to hate inside themselves..