When your lover, your past, your future says they no longer want to share their eternity with you.....  
the weight, the pressure, the deguesser of your very soul... 
It's the equivilant of infinite anvils. 
That pressure could shatter the very core of life its self...
it strikes me that all there is to show is a cringe.

In other words this is my suicide note. I've decided to separate soul from body. Farewell to my final goodbye. I'll read you over and wish I still felt that alive.