As You Fling Yourself Into The Air, This Note Pulls You Back.

Say I'll be here waiting.
Tell me to make it through.

What if I've already made it through.
What if the biggest part of me making through was making sure you made it through.
And when it becomes painfully aware that you've made it through,
Im done.
I made it through,
the obstacles hurdled.
This is one race, I finally finished.
Its over, and I have nothing more to fight for.
Neither do you.

Time changes everything,
and promises are made to be broken.
So I stopped making them.
But the ones I have made,
the ones that are still being kept,
will stay kept,
if I have anything to say about it.
And I have everything to say about it.

So maybe I do have something to fight for.
I have my word to fight for,
and I will.
You, you have nothing to fight for.
You have nothing to wait for.
So you will be waiting for eternity.

Stop wasting your time.
Stop holding onto the past.
Let it go,
and live your life.
I made it through.
You can stop worrying.
Its over.
Its done.
There's nothing left.

I was told there was an end.
But I searched for weeks for that end.
Went over everything in my past.
Re-lived my life.
And there never was an end.

The End.


..never came.
So I made my own.
The Battle Of An Angel.