When you get to that point,When you have to walk away from that which is important to you,
Remember this which I speak of,
Remember the emptiness that takes over you,
The constant aching pain that claws at your heart.
Soon, you will feel hollow and dark
And you will taste the emptiness inside you, like bile on your lips.
The will to live will slowly pass
And you will want nothing more than to rip your own heart from your chest,
Just so you can stop the eerie echo filling your eardrum.
Remember that in this moment,
The best way to keep the memory of what was once important,
Is to hate it with every pint of blood
Coursing through your vein.
Written by Avril-Dith
