Sometimes, if you do not get used to loneliness,
you can die.
I did not get used to it, but I quit day after day.
From your words, it hurts more,
then to cut with a knife.
If only I could get you,
to feel what you are causing me.
If only you could see,
the pain in my eyes.
Then you might have realized.
Then maybe it would be different.
That might be, we would start clean.
Build a new happy world together.
A, but separately.
Goodbye and Kisses ...