The last revelation was the death blow so cold, exposing such hypocrisy that it collapsed my mind in disbelief, like drinking ice while in the throes of hypothermia. What had I killed myself over? Nothing. No one. There had never been anyone real who could be identified. In place of what I had thought I loved, all that stood now was a statue so frigid and vindictive, so false and distorted, a heart so empty and cold that I could never have looked at it without revulsion had I seen its true form first. But I did not, blinded by a fake smile and a soft touch, an embrace only warm in my imagination, and it has cost me my world. 

Be with your ugly, fraudulent men, chase your money and detachment mistaken for maturity, for you are naught but treachery and vice, lies and delusions, selfishness and adolescent vulgarity. I will never speak of you again. You will never again be allowed to invade my mind. I will never meet you in dreams, and whatever form you take before my eyes will never again be recognized. For you never existed. I tear the part of my soul you stained from my being and cast it away forever, even if it leaves me none. What love was sent is retracted and burned, as it never found its aim, not even in friendship. Your values are grotesque and dishonest, your faith is false, you have no loyalty but the pursuit of the lowest of slime, the criminal souls, and you do not pay your debts. Love could never cling to nothing, and there was nothing there worth clinging to, only a shadow of pretended heart.

You left me impaled on my own love for no reason, just because you could, mocking me, then beheaded me for an error in judgment, undertaken in madness and distress that you incited. But you did not kill my mind, only my heart. Now I leave you to your lies and self-destruction, and you will have it … already have it … as you choose dead hearts and demons over love. Your dead world awaits you with … nothing. Go to it. Drown in it. And do not think of my love as you sink.