Here till the end.

Go ahead,
isolate yourself.
Just know that you I read
so well in the past,
has become a ghost.

Go ahead,
drive that knife
straight through the bread
of my soul,
the one you did hold.

I don't care what you think.
I'm not backing down.
I'll fight to be by your side,
I never left.

Whether you like it or not,
I'm here till the end.

*this poem is a rant, if you hate it, I don't care. just don't rate*