Here in the wall,
The end is coming.
Finally.
But before I go,
Into oblivion,
I need to tell you:
I want to blame you for this.
I want to curse your name
Your face, your form,
And take it to the hells.
But I don't have that choice;
The hells don't want me.
Neither did you.
But I can't blame you for that either.
This is a punishment of my own choosing,
For a failed life.
My only comfort,
As hunger devours me,
Is that I didn't give in.
To you,
Or to myself.
Empty comfort now.
I wonder if you'll remember me,
For more than just betrayal
You seemed to see what I could have been
Behind crude words, cruel actions
If love, instead of pain, had been my mother
You were entirely too good to me,
I see that now.
The end is coming;
I welcome it.