Once again you have won.
Not my heart this time, but the sanctity of my soul.
I am my own enemy in my mind.
Easily bothered, can't be touched,
acting like I want to lash out at everyone...
This is ******.
I can clearly see, how I am supposed to be
the actual being inside that screams.
I knowingly know change is the only constant.
But I can't move, breathe or see things clearly.
My Self is forcing its own reflection.
It was easy to erase you from my life.
Ever since that moment, it's all been bright.
I can taste the edge of happiness,
I recognize the idea once again.
However the nightmares creep ever closer.
You seep into the cracks of my night.
I may have won by losing you.
But you have successfully destroyed who I want to be.