I don’t want to do this anymore. My stay has been long overdue, it’s time.

Memories are cruel,

They force me to remember what I've always wanted to forget,

And it isn't fair.

Being the helper has its limits,

I've reached mine long ago,

I turned into something I do not know,

So is anything I've done up until now,

Really mine?

I wanted you to be here,

To help me through things,

But you weren't,

But I still forgave you,

and I still don't know why I had settled for less.