Goodbye

I'll be gone soon.
I can't wait.
Time is so cruel.
It feels so cold.
Almost empty.
Always an eternity.
Of pain.
Of misery.
Of all the aspects.
The aspects of death.
Sacrifice, for the happiness I gave away.
Greed, for the happiness I took and gained.
Solitude, from the people who walked away and never came back.
Destruction, for the tricks I played.
Madness, for all the consequences.
Intoxication, for all the coping techniques.
Despair, for all the worry torn out of me.
Rage, for all I don't say and do see.
Emptiness, for the effects of me on myself.
Lastly, the beloved friend.
Time, which stopped so long ago.
Back when I died.
The moment after I was alive.