I'm Done

There is nothing more to do.
I have torched the bridges between us all completely.
Nothing left to say. Nothing left to do.
Just take one last look while I ash my cigar, letting them fall on the ashes of the charred wood,
And keep moving my feet in a forward direction (choose carefully).
The obliteration complete,
The once flourishing green meadow is now brown and burnt,
Void of all life.

This is what I leave behind to the world.
This is my legacy.
Pain, suffering, hatred of my being,
All above are the strongest aspects of my identity.
All who have crossed paths with myself feel this given to them.

Love? Not here. Just a warm pistol of hatred and loathing.

There is still hope though, isn't there?

Her

She led me to insanity.
At least that what I say to justify my actions.
No woman truly has made me act in this manner, which makes think
That she is still the perfect girl for me.
But I can't forget that I'm still young and naive,
A child at heart.
And I still don't know several aspects of my identity.

She made me insane and I can't shake it.
How do I repair this? Is repair even possible?
What will I need to forget her totally?
Run Away?!
Always on the side of flight my mind is.