I'm at my limit.

I know I can never forget you

No matter how much times I try

Sooner or later..

This is hard.

No...

Hard is Waking up every morning back in this hell.

Pretending everything is okay.

That as long as you have a distraction, you're happy.

Not knowing why you do, the things that you do.

And keep on doing it.

Hard is eventually feeling nothing but anguish

Hard is knowing everything you do is for nothing.

But

Knowing that my friend.

No longer exists.

Makes killing you a little bit harder

Makes killing you a little bit easier.