The only thing you could commit to was yourself.
Your wants Your needs
Your pain. Your inner turmoil.
You contained an ocean in Your eyes
the only ocean in the world that never saw calm
tossing and turning, a storm was always on
the horizon.
the only storm in the world that didn't have an end
or an eye.
blinded by the wants needs pain and turmoil.
slowly things started to fade.
the ocean, the wants, the needs
the life.
We started to Worry.
and the Worry made you retreat
retreat into that ocean, allowing it to swallow you
whole.
And then I realized I was Wrong.
You could commit to more than yourself.
In fact, you couldn't even do that.
The only thing you could commit to was Suicide.