the end of me. the beggining of a shell.

the memories of the past hurt,

pain driving through my heart,

i feel like i just ate dirt,

and i have decided.

this time I'm done,

no more, nothing.

this time i am not coming back,

not from my life nor from my mind.

i have decided to seclude myself,

alone in this world of mine,

i have left it alone, and now,

my memories, my past life, gone.

i gave them up.

no more.

not a trace.

i have moved on.

all my knowledge,

all my memories,

the mean nothing,

for they are no longer there.

i have propelled myself into an unforeseen future,

one with a love.

a future so dark to my eyes i go blind looking at it,

and in the end, i lost myself.

i gave up my friends i have lost,

i have given up the ope i held onto,

i have given up my skills,

and now i start anew.

when i was with my old friends,

i was happy,

when they died i was not.

now they are no longer my past.

they are a passing thought,

never looked at,

never meaning anything,

but most of all, alien to my new self.

i have killed myself of what i once was.

i have berated all of my old laws and rules,

now i am nothing more then a shell,

and a new sprout of hope.

i accept nothing from those i once knew,

i accept no knowledge known before,

i only make my own anew,

and now, i make a new life.