Unbeatable and unbearable are one letter apart.
When I first met you, you started existing in the palm of my hand. I’ll never let you die.
I want to press against the space between us until it disappears.
I don’t want anybody else to have you.
I don’t want to be that person, but I am.
I am that person.
I pushed you into the oblivion of empty space, into the nothingness.
And I left you there, hanging within the abyss of my empty head.
Nobody likes to acknowledge the fact that I did such a thing.
It will be ignored for as long as possible.
I wish I could go back and keep some.
Today I finished everything relevant to high school. And you know, I’m not proud of the way I accomplished that, the way I made the decision to test out. To be brutally honest, I’m actually very sad about it. On a positive note, I am relieved that I no longer have to put you under all of that stress and pressure. Quite frankly, it was not your burden to carry, but mine. With that being said, I will leave you with this: Although it may be broken, I will forever carry the pieces.