In any event, the following is meant to be read aloud, while you stare into a mirror.

"I do not claim to know what would be best.
I do not wish to help you find your way.
If I were honest I would only say
I do not care for you. I know you guessed
As much. And now I hope you are distressed
By what you've done and what you'll have to pay.
You'll call me cruel. Quite frankly, that's okay.
I'm past it now. I only want to rest."

Unfortunately, that isn't quite true. I suppose you already knew that nothing lasts forever, good or bad. That's a shame. Although...

There is a turning point in every thought �
A time when all the nuance that we missed
Will sparkle, and surge upward, and be caught.
This happens to me now. I know I ought
To clear my muddied mind, unclench my fist...
I cannot fight a thing that can't be fought.