I don't know what to feel.
You're gone.
A hole fills where you were.
I'm sorry.
It must have been my fault.
You left.
I thought I couldn't breathe without...
without you.
But now I am forced to.
I'm breathing,
but I am struggling to survive.
I'm needy.
I am needing my void filled.
It's better.
It should be better, we're apart.