Let it go. I tell myself. As if it should calm me.She runs off as a lie. As a lie that ruins those who follow. I should,ve figured my delima earlier. I should've wandered into her mind, her eyes, to see what the subject, the reason was really about. It would make sense. So why bother though. She stabs me continuously knowing i'll bleed. She pulls the rope aknowleding the door it opens. Then she strolls through flipping the finger without a trace of a last minute glance as it closes. Smoke fills the room, blinding everything. I stroll through the emptyness alone. Nobody will notice.