Into the vast emptiness I go once again trying to give my heart and soul time to recover from the mess you have made of them. I'll stitch them up only in time for you to come around long enough to destroy them again. Your words as your weapon of choice tearing me down until I'm worn and limp. You watch me crash and burn knowing that the only hope I have of recovery is for you to lay on those thick words of yours in a way that will once again bring me hope and structure. You build me up only to scratch a match an engulf me in flames. This is nothing more than a relentless game for you and I'm starting to wonder if it's time for a new carpenter.