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.