I don’t know myself…
I don’t know what to do with me…
I am upset with myself…
Do not even know how to hate myself…
I can question myself to death…?
Nevertheless, I find no answer to myself…
You are upset with me…
I am done with it all…
The questions run like rapid water through your veins…
My answers are as empty as my own bloodless veins…
So what do I do know when nothings left of me...?
I cannot help myself…
You cannot help me…
What is left to be seen…?
To be done with…?
To be fed up…
It is what you and I both are…
Never knowing what is left of me for you or I…?
I am done with myself,
and you are done with me...
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