Beginning of the end

When things start to happen, things that I don't want...

When I begin to see A CHOICE in something that you claim to be your nature...

When I can't spend a second without feeling this enourmous pain in my left side...

When I begin to wake up in the middle of the night and questions and conclusions begin to crush my skull...

When I begin to understand that there is no going back on the road you've taken and I begin to mourn...

When I see you step away...

When I step back and I don't want to come closer...

...

That's when I know that things are falling apart.

Like they always do.