lost count of words,
i haven't told you yet,
for you do not listen.

this feeling in my chest,
is something between,
emptiness and regret.

i really really really wish,
you would've turned out different.

two days before my birthday,
that time,
my soul returned back to my soulless body.

reading over the words,
i could not believe,
my heart started beating fast.

unable to form words,
i ruined it all,
once again.

my issues with myself,
are more each day,
maybe it is a good thing,
you're away.