I'm at my limit.
I know I can never forgive you
No matter how much times I try
Sooner or later..

This is hard.
No...
Hard is Waking up every morning back in this hell.
Pretending everything is okay.
That as long as you have a distraction, you're happy.
Not knowing why you do, the things that you do.
And keep on doing it.

Hard is eventually feeling nothing but anguish
Hard is knowing everything you do is for nothing.

But

Knowing that my friend.
No longer exists.
Makes killing you a little bit harder
**Makes killing you a little bit easier.