I Feel Sick With Emotion As I Write, Wanting To Stop And Throw Myself Out Of  The Car And ***** Out Tears Until I'm Empty Again. I'm Grieving Something That No One Can Even Begin To Imagine Losing. Flirting With Suicide Since Literally The Moment I Can Remember, I Can't Determine The Line Between Emotional Manipulation And The Act Of Telling Someone How I Feel Without You. "I Want To Be Alone" I Say As I Pour Myself Into The Closet Silently Praying You Will Enter And Drag Me Out Of This Depressive Haze. I Melted My Heart And Let You Drink It Now The Liquid Hurt Is Pouring Back Into Me And I'm Drowning In The Warmth. Without you, I'm okay. Just okay. (But drowning)