This is just one of those 6 billion people who get wiped from the face of the earth without anyone noticing. I'm doing this
because the person behind me told me to. There is a glass filled with black liquid on the desk I'm typing on. I can't take it. I probably can't read your replies.

If I dont take it, the person the person behind me will force me to.

My life is ruined. To see anybody, to speak to anybody, to even feel anybody, are properties I can't use anymore.
All because of one person.

She was there, lying there. I ran to her.
It was raining so I stumble a bit.

I held her close to me.Her hair on my knees. Her skin on my arms.

I couldn't do anything anymore.

I bent down to take one more kiss from the blood drained lips.

And I promised to be with her again.

I check my surroundings.
The mirror was still behind me.
Doors closed.

I wished I'd never met her. I was never good enough for her.
Yet she took me in.

Goodbye
And soon, hello.