You broke every part of me that gave a fuck, so why do you look surprised when you lock eyes with my cold heart?

I'm sorry for all the goodbyes I never left at your door. I'm sorry.

I've got no one left to impress except the voices in my head.

This is performance and I am the showstopper; the show toppler. Watch my Killroy grate the walls. Watch the walls bleed my legacy.

I just want something. I just want nothing. I.

I'm sorry that I ran.

What made you think I'd make it all go away? Couldn't you see me chasing my own demons?

I woke up remembering it was not a dream. I woke up and you were gone.

If I could take it back. If I could have a heart. You made nothing go away. Everything is everything and now I'm hearing voices. Now I'm hearing parables that all begin with white light and the end of discussion. I'm tired of these games where you tear out my heart, when we just discussed that I have no heart; that I have no foresight and refuse to believe in the future.

Calm failures. The alarm goes off and all the children run. And all the bullies run. And all good angels sing. And they're all afraid of me. They wonder how far anger can take one man. They take one look and I wonder what they see. I wonder if they can see what I'm feeling. What I envision. That maybe we lost. And maybe they'll miss me, because there will be no one left to be angry. That they'll all be happy and that the world will be a boring place without someone to snub it and put a damper on its joy.

Do you remember when I remembered everything and it made you uncomfortable. How I gave a ten minute head start and let the hunt begin? You made nothing go away. You know that though. Or maybe you know nothing. Maybe you don't want to know. Something, something, something. Enchanted and miserable.