Hello there.

I'm using you
to fulfill something in myself.
Something that I'm missing,
a hole in my mind.

You'll read this,
and you'll smile
and think "how quaint."

But I'm not lying.

I'm using you,
and it's rather unfortunate.
I'm unhappy with myself,
and I use everyone else
to feel better.

It's an awful thing, truly.

I don't know if I'm sorry or not.