280 – Last stop

Don’t cry,
It’s just
A closing door.

Of course it hurts,
But going on
Would hurt us even more.

There are no victims
Or villains in our story.
Reality isn’t good or bad,
It just is.

Don’t look at me like that,
I tried to warn you.
But you kept trying to find
Some sort of transcendental wisdom
Under this broken mess I am.

I’m not a mystic or a savior,
Or a lost soul you can rescue
With your love.

The chaos you see
Is not a mask of style,
It’s just an undiluted me
That never learned
To hide.