You may not like this
Or you might
But only one thing is certain
You will not be able to stop
Or think, or feel
People might cry over you and your friend
But most likely you will not notice it
You will detach yourself from the outside world
But they will be too busy to pay any attention
You will become accustom to the colors
And the pain will slowly fade
You will have to push harder
And it will take much longer to heal
It will soon become extremely difficult to hide
You will begin to scrounge for excuses
All of them false
Just like everything else about yo
Everything will soon become routine
Soon you won't know what you've done
Until everything is over
But it's never really over, is it?
No.
You can never stop.