I want to know why Why do you make me feel everything? Every emotion I've had seems as if it started because of you. Now the only thing you're making me feel is hollowness inside my chest that I try to forget by reminding myself that emotions are just chemicals blending in my head. I should be over it by now it's been a month of either awkward confrontation or nothing at all. But I can't help but wonder whose lucky enough to see your dads house, Or your messy morning hair. I can't help but wonder who you're going to leave behind next; I wonder if you'll give them a proper goodbye. Maybe you'll just leave them hanging, And give them small chances to believe that you'll come back. You won't and I should stop hoping for it. I guess it's my fault that when you showed me your nothingness I saw everything.