Comforting the Betrayed
I've been trying to get in touch with that poor, bitter little child inside. I think it’s only right I try and make peace with him before I go, though I don't really think it's peace he's interested in. Sometimes it’s best to just indulge his wishes and let him be himself for awhile. So I bite and suck at my fingers. I make faces in the dark. I curl up like a baby in the tub, trying to cover as much of myself as possible in the warm water. It makes me feel better.
He doesn’t want to die so much as he wants to see me dead. He’s perfectly justified too, so I won’t try and fight him. Our goals are the same now anyway.
I’d like to die with a clean conscience, but I don’t think what I’ve done to him is forgivable. I said no regrets and I meant it. I just wish things could’ve been different.
He doesn’t want to die so much as he wants to see me dead. He’s perfectly justified too, so I won’t try and fight him. Our goals are the same now anyway.
I’d like to die with a clean conscience, but I don’t think what I’ve done to him is forgivable. I said no regrets and I meant it. I just wish things could’ve been different.