You are a sickness.
Your a ******* disease.
I caught you and I can't get rid of you.
You are in my system forever.
There is no cure for me.
Treatment.
Nothing.
I caught you hoping for love.
And all I got in the end was regret and the worst case of heart ache.
You've plagued so many people.
Ones I know.
Ones who are faceless to me.
It doesn't matter anymore.
Nothing matters anymore.
I'm alone again.
And I'm tired of not being good enough.
I'm tired of not being the standard.
I'm tired of being your host.
I'm tired of feeding you.
Bleeding for you.
Screaming for you.
Smiling for you.
Feeling for you.
Crying for you.
I'm done with you.
With life.
With the world.
Every tear is a story.
Every drop of blood is an ending.
And I'm all out of blood and tears.
Goodbye.