You, You're The reason this nonstop voice is always yelling. Always screaming to get out. Never silent, never happy with anything. Everlasting sorrow and despair. Enraged with the lack of life. Ripping the soul out of my being, tearing my brain and molecules to bits and pieces. Never content with where your at, stop doing this to me. Stop thinking about every single bad thing there is to possibly think about. Making me dred every wake up and every sleep. The awful thoughts of everything all at once, all the time.

When we met, i couldn't get enough. I was speechless with love, emotion, affection. I was submerged  with warmth and feeling. We were the happiest people in a room full of heartthrob, but i thought it would of been durable. I always knew i would find you, someday i knew someone would flatter me just like you did. Make me feel like nothing bad could ever happen. Now i get it. I understand how people must rot in their love. Just like everyone else, Im sinking into my own mind, my soul. My own body and brain. My mush of feelings overcoming everything i do. Why can't we of lasted, we expired, like the dairy in our hearts molding. Crusting over into an endless emotionless, numbing sensation. Never curing, Never getting thrown away until the last breath. Everlasting senselessness. Maybe we'll get reborn. Meet again, creating a loop of time. Maybe we'll be happy again. When Im done, maybe the detached will become reattached. When Im done, Maybe you'll still be there, Lingering.