Looking back we were great friends, some of you said brothers(sisters). We had fun with each other, laughing, playing and talking. We were inseperable, like the waves on the sand of a beach but...
Thats not the point.
Looking forwards a bit. Ya, we had our times. Times when we loathed each other. We fought, like any normal human being would. We still had our need for companionship, of course, but there were those moments where it seemed like we had never know each other, but...
Thats not the point.
Looking forwards to the last couple of weeks. The battles ragged on, getting worse as they went. Glares shot at each other like miniature daggers. We cut our bonds. It seemed like our friendship was at it's end. Nothing held it together anymore. We avoided each other more and more, untill we eventually took seperate paths home. But again...
Thats not the point.
Now I look at you and find myself hateing you more then ever and yet, I missed you.
This Is The Point.
Blood covered us and the ground, making it look like a paint spattered canvas. You on the ground, I above you, slightly pressing a blade into a small slit you supported at the base of your neck. Drops of rain fell, making it seem like the sky was crying at the inescapeable events.
This Is The Point.
I stood over your lifeless body, stunned at the event that had just taken place and dropped to my knees, the blade clattering a few feet away. I regretted my decision the moment I made it, but it was one that had been made the moment I met you, even if I didn't know it at the time or that moment. As I walked away I thought about this and who It would have been if I had never met you.
I didn't mean for this to happen. Not here, not now and definatly not like this. I didn't mean for it to end like this... and yet, I did. I didn't want it to be you, but it was and now I wish... It wasnt. And as I walk away once again I think... maybe I really did want this to happen after all... I do walk alone.
This Is The Point...