I know it is me.
It is my fault.
I loved you so hard, for so long.
But I've known.
There is another one.
Another person,
Who is making you feel better.
More than I could.
If I was home right now
Then the only thing that was home,
Was my body.
My life doesn't have a purpose anymore.
How did I get so fuckt up.
****
I wanna talk
But I know
That I won't control myself.
So that's why I stare at te white wall infront of me.
No emotions
Just me
But who is me?
That's a question that no one can answer.