[dedicated to the girl I had never met]

It's autumn's day
The café Silent host's a lonely man that came to stay
Even the fifth shugar lump in his cold coffee could
Not change his mood

He knows not why he feels so down
Or maybe does
But tries to disregard the scar inside

Proclaimed no girl's worth his tears
But though there would be only one
Not to hurt him, than she is

Winter's day, café Silent
And it's warm red leatherine fauteuil is getting cold
For the one that sat there haunted by things he deny
Went away

Passion: I'll kill myself I can't endure this!
Reason: How can you be shure, you'll endure what will come next – whether it will be blazing fires of hell or any sort of void of nonexistence?
Passion: But I want her to suffer as she made me suffer!
Reason: People, who would be hurt by your, ehm, leaving don't deserve it, cause they care about you. And the others won't even notice you're gone.
Passion: So how does your solution look like?
Reason: Just try to care. About yourself. And about the others. When someone hurts you, think. Keep the pain in mind. It reminds you every time you are about to hurt someone not to do it.

Shall I try?
Should I listen to my passion or my reason?
Will I die?