Over

I didn't. I didn't cry for him... I cried for HIM instead. I'm constantly reminded of how unpredictable the world is, and how I'm a part of the madness. I certainly did not see that coming. I figured those tears would go to the person I thought I cared about. But instead they went to the person I thought I could leave. To the person who I thought didn't do enough. I didn't shed tears for the one filled with stupidity and smiles. I shed tears for the one in the shadows.  The one filled with pain and left in the darkness alone. Just like me. But he doesn't know how to talk to himself and ignore the pain. He seems to absorb and distribute it.
I could care less... but I can't.
And I can't figure out why I care so much. I thought leaving was good... but he stayed and it hurts to think of him.

And now it's all over.

Now I know he does care.
Just a little.
But it's too late now.

It's all over.