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.