Goodbye

You're just in my head. An imagination. A manifestation of my addiction. A hook covered in bait always dangling in front of me. Always popping in my head as if you're just an innocent dream. While the truth is you're a monster. A big, raging monster attempting to pull me back to those dark days. When I was addicted. When I thought "it" was cool. I must leave you behind. No, I WANT to leave you behind. I've been addicted for 13 years and it's time to stop. It's time for me to move on with life without you. I will not bid you goodbye. We will not shake hands and wish to see each other some other times. I'm going to starve you to death and bury you. You will not even earn a place with other memories I keep. I want to live life without you. I will move on. So please, go on and die.