I feel drained of energy. I feel drained of power. I am exhausted. I am weak. I am what you view me as, untrustworthy and on the verge of breaking. But I'm untrusting now too. You can claim that one. You caused this pain, this wretched burning ache. I can't let this go. Not again. Not without solace. Fighting drains me of energy I don't have anymore, But how can I give up on someone whom has shown me so many marvelous things? How can I fix this when I broke it unknowingly? How can I express the amount of regret I feel without cutting myself asunder? Right now I'm splitting and I have no recollection as how to sew up this bleeding mess. I'm a mass of anger, no soul in sight. It's disappeared, lost in a sick abyss of death and terror. I'm a sick abyss of death and terror, finally fitting into the mold I made for myself long ago. I don't want this. I don't want this fight. I don't want this hole growing beneath my skin and under my heart, right where my lost soul used to inhabit.