When

When was it that I lost the part of that was me?

When was it that I let my soul be consumed by this nessness?

And when was it that I started to like my soul that way...

I don’t understand the difference, or just different points of view?

When was it that I stopped believing in all the things I new where never real?

Or is it that I still do?

When was it that my nightmares became my dreams, and my reality became my nightmare?

There is no such thing as “true love,” or “happy ever after.”

Those are just the lies parents tell their children to make the world seem more bearable.

When is it that I realized that this is all there is?

When was it that I decided that I was better off alone...

And when was it that I learned that was really true?

In truth, I don’t care what happens to me. I never have.

And I’m not afraid to die.

When was it that I changed, and became what I am...