You said the cold hurt your lungs. Does the heat make them feel better?

I’m sitting here
pondering your existence
and wondering where I fit in.
I’m laughing there
but I don’t remember why
good thing it doesn’t much matter.
I’m crying now
looking at your helpless words
and wondering why we are the way we are.
I guess
that I never knew you could be so deep.
And I guess
that I never thought you’d actually say that.
And I guess
that I’m asking myself these questions
without looking for my answer.
So how does it feel
to be fed your own lies?
So how does it feel
to know that you screwed up?
So how does it feel
to know that IT WAS YOUR FAULT!
So how does it feel
to know that I forgive you?
So how does it feel
to know that I forgive myself?
I think that things have finally turned out alright
even though they’re not over.