I am depressed.

The way I handle things make me disgusted and filled with sickness.

I miss you.

The way we promised each other everything is nothing more than a dead note in this dying life.

I am so sorry and don't know how to carry on.

Everything reminds me of you but everything feels hollow and it hurts like hell.

Forgive me, It has become way to complicated to bear inside my destructive head.

Goodbye.

I like darkness but I hate loneliness.

I like the shadow of you but I hate the smell of the morning.

I like to pretend I am fine but I hate that I know the truth.

I like you but I hate what all this have come to.

I like you.

The shape of the clouds form the dawn of a new lonely night.

I weep and remain a statue for most of this unchanging sight.

I try to rest assure that leaving me meant seeing the truth in the sway of the trees.

You meant the world to me and now the world means nothing to me.

I am sick of dreaming about you every night. Hating myself, waking up and wanting to die. If this could only end in something good
I would feel better and understood. As everything spins out of my control, I feel tired, unwanted and cold. I want for you to be happy
even though it is not with me. I am diseased and I am worthless, you are the best and worst of the nothingness.

You nearly killed me

I almost ended it all

I thought we were meant to be

But you moved on with someone better than me

Without any payback call.