Only one thing brought me here.
One thing brought the tears.
One thing brought the self hatred.
One thing brought the world around to a shattering halt of high pitched sounds and bright lights.
He hated those, didn’t he? Loud noises? Well, I hate him.
I hate him.
He hates me.
I have every right to hate him.
I can’t even listen to myself.
What has this world come to, when parts of my brain are so disconnected, so lacking?
I should hate him.
I told him I loved him.
He told me he hated me.
LISTEN TO ME.
Just this once.
Just this once don’t hate me.
Just this once don’t mind me.
Just this once love me.
It’s too late. I’m too late. I was too late.
The bow is still around my neck, but it feels so different, so restricting...
The tears, they are different tears from my younger days... so violent...
The loved kindling hatred brought me here.
Let me just spread my arms, now... I can feel the wind of my face...