They never would understand. It's not like Johnny didnít like what he did. He wouldnít do it if he didnít. He had no regrets. There wasnít an opportunity he felt heíd missed. It was the one that didnít come knocking that he would seek. He had everything he needed and more, and he was content. He didnít want more of what there was. It was that he thought life itself should have more to offer. He wanted what he didnít know existed.
Johnny the lover died yesterday. He died knowing he wasnít understood.
He knew that heíd be missed for the person he was and thought it ironic
that they should miss what he was without recognising who he was. Johnny
walked out the door last night never to return. In a way, the loner killed
himself. I donít miss him. Soon they all wonít anymore. I knew Johnny.
He wanted to be understood though I realised he was never meant to be.
Thatís why I killed him.