I loved you all very much, you know.
It’s not that I didn’t.
I loved everything, but I think that was my problem.
I’m not sorry that I am here, for it is a release from love.
“To love is to destroy, and to be loved is to be the one destroyed.”
I read that somewhere.
After that- and even before- I felt the burden of the damage I did to everyone I met,
And to myself.
One day, I felt it too much, and all my love soured to hatred.
Then I took the knife and turned my love inward,
And here I am in the dark,
Free and empty.
It is not so bad as you might suppose.