All that i have seen, is vengeance and fake truths.

At what point does this neglecting pain stop?

Theres nothing special anyone has to offer, theres nothing to unite us.

From what i have tasted of love it is unbearable. insufferable. And a weakness.

I can't keep pretending that this is okay.

I have wronged and how can one forgive themselves, while the pain is always there. The scar will remain. That scar is the memory.