Gone are the days of desolation and stillness.
Gone are the days of hostility, and murdering other people’s thoughts for my own.
Gone are the days of the hatred.
Gone is me.
The me that is loathing, and jealous.
The me, who leers at the sun.
Who smiles in the downfall of those I despise.
Me who won’t care to listen to conflicting arguments.
The me who shoves words down the throats of unsuspecting sufferers,
judging those who seem to be more certain about themselves.
I’m gone.
It’ll all be gone.

who am I without empathy?
a soulless husk, drifting through life,
whispering passing lies into the void of wind, wandering into the ears of those who are vulnerable.
a manipulative animal that doesn’t break for others in their timeless needs for help.
a sinister darkness, that prays on the downfall of those weak, unfortunate souls.
what would I be?

I think it’s time I go.
Where I take all my bearings and swallow them.
I take every ounce of me and throw it away.
I consume every pill, slice every ridge in my skin.
I think it’s time to break free.
To leave this earth, and to go some place I’m not quite sure of.
I’m not quite sure of where I’ll go, or who I’ll be after.
Perhaps I’ll wonder aimlessly in pursuit of coming back.
Or maybe I won’t want to come back.
You will forget me soon.
I think it’s time I go.