So I push a button and he ceases to exist
Right?
That’s the world we live in now
With the push of a button a human
Is erased by you.
It never seemed right it always seemed cruel
Sometimes you need it sometimes they’re hurting you
But it seemed so final so
Being on the other end of it
Never knowing what I did wrong.
The button that erased me
That was always pushed so easily.
So if he’s gone
If that was the whole point
What do I get for it?
All this pain and self hatred and these scars that mean nothing
But failure to do what should have been easy
I look at them and it’s what I see.
This constant implication
That what I need is to be alone
In pain
Forgotten
Unwanted
Unneeded
This constant implication that it’s what I need
Or a choice when
Everyone around is obsessed with things and all I want is someone to be with me.
This constant implication that somehow what I want and need are not the same.
It’s like being underneath a brick floor
Screaming to get out
He doesn’t cease to exist you know
None of the things he’s said stop existing
The pain I feel doesn’t lessen due to the button having been pushed.
It just means one more door
That wasn’t even open to begin with
Is locked.
The only difference is I have a key,
But it doesn’t mean I’ll be allowed in.
Without him,
Now count me who I can talk to.
With him
I don’t think the number was any higher.
He didn’t want me anyway
He’ll be relieved.
He won’t even notice.
I want to live somewhere where all of this never happened.
I wish I could speak to me in the past
And say stay in Japan.
Canada isn’t worth it.
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