Relationships are hard things to have,
I hear they make you sad and glad.
They are created to torture you,
to hurt you, to destroy you.

They each have a history,
a broken history with quite the mystery.
Where did it all go wrong?
Why did you let it go this long?

I trusted you and you tore me down,
now I am left to burn on the ground.
You say it is for my new beliefs?
I say it's because you cannot think.

I don't know who you are of late
You seem to have too much on your plate.
How can you stand to do it,
to ruin so much and burn right through it?

You have given me a broken history,
so full of love and misery.
This is the end and I will say
you might not want to come this way.

I carry with me family,
ones who are always here for me.
They do not turn their back,
and they don't care about going back.

Be careful of your choices,
They have a weird way of showing up with new voices.
The voices will not relent, not at least until you repent.
Even then they might forget.

You say all I am now is Chaos?
Then let my Chaos reign from within,
aren't you so glad that this is the end?
Thank you for my history, my very broken history.

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Mayan, in the year 785 AF.