Not a single person
not a single embrace
or a kiss
or even a smile
But that's alright
I have myself
I can kill myself and say goodbye
that should be adequate
But why must I always be the one
that bids thee adieu?
Why must the tears always be
cascading down this weary face?
Why is there no forgiving tone
no note of sympathy
in the cacophony that is your rant
I hate you, you say
Well, I love you
with every ounce of my being
I love you
and I'll never take it back
So why have you retreated
into your cocoon of chaos
your place of desolation
your world without me?
Are you happy?
Are you content?
Are you able to look at yourself
in the mirror and say: that's me?
So go ahead, let the razor fall
into the sink filled with your blood
and remember who is always there
to hold you back
