I'll forget how good it felt to have you around.
I'll forget the sound of your laugh.
I'll forget how your hair felt between my fingers.
I'll forget the way my hand fit in yours.
I'll forget how your lips felt pressed against mine.
I'll forget the ways you've always hugged me.
I'll forget how passionate you get about music.
I'll forget the way your fingers feel tracing my skin.
I'll forget all of it.
I don't want to, but I will.
Hopefully I'll forget all the hate you feel towards me.

You fell in love with me
My body full of sadness
What am I without it?

There's something satisfying about screaming into a bathtub of water.
To crouch over and just scream.
Your voice gets muffled into tiny airfilled bubbles.
You can feel your rage and sadness surround the sides of your face.
And to just lift your head out of the tub and allow the warm water to trickle down your face, is almost overwhelming.
As if it never actually happened.

I've let myself go to the part of no return. I can't pour my coffee without spilling it all over the floor. Too weak to hold the cup I collapse screaming, "god ******* ****** i can't do this anymore!"