Try as you might
You will not bleed me dry
Not of my love

Am I suppose to feel anything in particular?
Because the emptiness in me is taking every last bit of my existence.
It makes me cry at night.
And it follows me like a shadow all day long.
And then the day will arrive
Where my emptiness will take over me
And swallow me into a darkness,
Which will be the darkest anything ever could be.

Things will be different,

  Once I change.

To this day,
your name
still hurts my tongue
but I still say it anyway.
Sometimes I like to
hear my soul
gently tear itself
apart.