My Mental Movie House

As I lay awake writing this, whispers encompass my thoughts
Scenes of the past reel like a movie, in an empty theater
What have I done?
What will I do?
What can I do?

At the time, I believed I was right
You can't fault the heart for proposing its truths
So just stop already, I'm sick of the rebuking and the torment
I have tried time and time again to reconcile, but what have you done?

Condemned my actions when you were the one who asked for them
I will no longer be a pawn in this pointless game
You did what you wanted, and now your board is empty

How does it feel?
To be empty like the rest of us
You can live your lies, but we all see the truth
I know who you are, and so do you

But it's fine
I actually want to thank you, for making me see my path
The right path
One that doesn't hurt my feet to walk on

Now, your name is the only one in the ending credits
Written by ConsequentialChaos
Author's Note
I think the poem speaks for itself, and I'd rather not elaborate anymore. What's done is done, so I came to write from the and heart and nothing else.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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