Moved on.

I won. Rare are the times I lost. I fall to better walk later. I was six feet under, and I cry my eyes out. I cry enough to fill the rivers. But now I am happy and I can thank myself. People criticize, they love destroying everything around you, it makes them feel powerful. But they aren't. They are the weakest thing in the world. And now they are alone and they want to be loved and forgiven. It doesn't work like that. What goes around, comes always back around.

Disappeared.

Tired of waiting for you to give me new. I'm fed up. Always wondering why you're so silent. Something's changed, and I don't know what. It's not the same anymore. I don't know how long it will last.