You came to me so lost.
So unsure of yourself.  
Poor little broken boy.
Shes only using you.
You don't see it, but I do.
She is doing what you did to me.
Slowly killing you.
Drowning you with lie after lie.
Every I love you , I need you, and I miss you. Said with no feeling.
And every "forever us" said with no intention of staying at all.
Broken. How you left me.
Broken, how you've been your entire life.
Lost, not knowing how to love because you have no love at all. Not even for yourself.
Poor boy.
So lost.
Slowly dying.
Slowly losing control.
You poor little lost soul.



I can't save you. It's to late.
I'm not sorry.