So,
Apparently I'm to blame?
He broke apart your friendship
After you dated him.
Because it was awkward.
Not because I told him to.

Apparently I'm to blame?
He wanted a break from your *******
After you broke up with him for the second time
Because you were a ***** to him.
Not because I encouraged him to.

Apparently I'm to blame?
You were told lies and overreacted
After you found out you were a manipulative *****
Because someone like you told you so.
Not because I had a hand in it.

That was months ago.
And,
Now,
You want to hear my side?

It's too late, *****.
You messed up.
Not me.

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For some odd
Reason
I feel lost.
Needing to wrestle
With
Life or death.
Deciding
The fates
I will need to face.
Needing to think
To
Decide my outcome.
What am I to
Decide...
When I don't know my choices?
But now I know my choices.
Everyone's choices.

**Life or Death

I sneak a peak
And I fade.
In a daze
I think of
Possibilities.
Is it possible?
Am I not alone?
But, then again,
It's too light.
You are fading.
Not much longer
Before you forget
You ever saw them.
I am alone,
After all.

I dream,
Desperately,
Of letting go.
I know I shouldn't,
But I constantly
Cling
to the idea of Euphoria.
Death?
Freedom?
Are they similar?
Or am I insane?
Should I be put away?
Succumb to my greatest fear?
Or settle for my beloved Euphoria?
The one I call Death Herself.
Questions cloud my mind.
So many.
Unanswered,
Puzzle-like.
A saying comes to my vision.

"You are insane if you don't think you are,
but if you think you are, you aren't."

It goes in circles.
Never ending.
Which one am I?