There is a bad place in my mind,
where I go when I think of you,
how you've hurt me and how you are,
now i feel my actions too,
I can't be angry with you,
for you are to pure at heart,
my mind is decaying from this misery,
until I'm in anguish being thrown like a dart,
I can't stand to think of how stupid I've been,
thinking that it was real,
I can now tell with everything that has happened
that's not how you feel,
I must now go, leave all this emotion,
kill the hurt with more pain,
I love how I'm not, love how you are,
and hate the way I act so vain,
thinking that everything revolves around me,
this is why I must declare
that this will be my last and final day.