In the end, once I have finally isolated from everybody

It will be like I have left the world without a trace.

I will have removed myself from other's lives
So that my paranoia and endless desire
Will cease to harm them.

My verbal impulsiveness will disappear
And my words of spite will evaporate

And in the end, my fear will build the wall
Between who I thought loved me
And the mind daggers in my brain
Will tell me she will soon find another.

But in the end, I will be crying.