Apparently, I’m not good enough.
So you push back on my prospects.
We all must live with our choices, until the end of our lives.
I’m not here.
I’m a figment of your imagination.
Even the sweetest moments were lost.
Know that back then…I never thought this was possible.
I envisioned a delusion.
Know that I died that day.
Know that I was buried in a capsule of bullshit.
Know that my last thoughts were of the good times you conjured up.