granted,

I'll stop questioning my path and accept it.

What else can I do?

The more I fight it, the more pain I'll be subjected to.

I've already gone beyond my limits.

I'm already gone. I'm already dead... or my spirit is.

I've given up on myself and everything.

I wish. The two words that's wrought so much suffering.

I wish. I wish I wish. I wish.

I wish I never met you.

I wish I never liked you.

I wish I never loved you.

I wish I never cared about you.

I wish I'd just disappear.

So I can forget you and live on.

But I can't. Wishes were never meant to be granted. They are nothing.

They mean nothing to me. But what really does?

In the end, the only thing that matters is nothing at all, you'll have learned.

So let it be.

Let me cease to be. Let me be with my spirit.