|Posted by Tai Kagamine Kokoro Veneziano Vargas on October 17, 2013 at 9:50 PM|
A guilty conscience is one's greatest enemy. A liar's heart is one's lowest fault. Both live within this corrupted girl. Myself. This monster I am, killing off another being yet again. I came to the conclusion finally. I can not love. I will never love again. I want to be alone. I want to stop hurting people. It is the only option I have now. To stray away. Yes, I have lost my heart. I am truly a heartless. All I will ever be. Because I am not moved on. I hate myself. I hate me. I hate her. I hate him. I hate I hate I hate I hate everyone. Please allow me to go away. Let me drown. Let me vanish. Let me wither away with this miserable voice of mine. I'm corrupted, delete me. Maybe, I should tell him to leave while he can. It would rain on this day, yes it is the countless tears I have caused trying to drown me. Do away with me if you would please. I have sinned. I have been dyed on a dark color. Please let me fade to the white color of snow. Let winter come wand let me wither away. Please end this pain. No more. No more. NO MORE. No MoRE. nO mORe. Let me wither. Let me diappear. Kill me, Please don't wake me tomorrow. Please I don't want to hurt people anymore. Gomen ne Gomen. Gomen ne, I just don't think it's a good idea. My seat is filled with junk. This corrupt song will never end, the notes echo so annoyingly now. I hate it. Hate HATE HaTe hAtE. My heart is gone. I'm sorry. I'm pratically dead. I'm just an empty shell. A nobody. And it's okay. I'm okay. Just smile please and don't hate me. I ruined everything I'm sorry. I knew in the end, fate would put me in my place. I'm horrible. The worst. Sorry hate me if you want. All I have to say Monday will be rehearsed. I know what must be done. Game over for this. It continues in cycles. I should have remembered. I never took my heart back. Keep it. It's too corrupted to be used anymore. There's nothing beating in me. It's an empty void of unkept promise and love for someone who cares not who I am anymore. Shall we say out farwells ? I won't. We'll have to be friends. If you want that is. Sorry you'll hate me. I tell them I'm two-faced.