So here I am again,
At the end of my world.
Life is unstable,
Feelings are fleeting.
Why must my world end?
Why must it be mine?
Why was it everything I loved,
Everything I cared about,
that had to end?
See I wonder this,
I'll ponder it for a long time
Before finally asking myself:
...Why not my world?
This realization soothes no pain.
Saves no hurt.
But this realization does assure you,
assures me-
that this pain,
this destruction,
it's not personal.
It was never personal.
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 11:02 PM UTC
So here I am again,
At the end of my world.
Life is unstable,
Feelings are fleeting.
Why must my world end?
Why must it be mine?
Why was it everything I loved,
Everything I cared about,
that had to end?
See I wonder this,
I'll ponder it for a long time
Before finally asking myself:
...Why not my world?
This realization soothes no pain.
Saves no hurt.
But this realization does assure you,
assures me-
that this pain,
this destruction,
it's not personal.
It was never personal.
