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I spend my days

wilting away

in an empty bed

your love for me has died

yet I can't unlove you

it seems all this time

meant nothing

there wasn't any point

to any of it

now I'm stuck with a sense of emptiness

that will never leave my chest

each day I face new mental struggles

unable to leave the bed

unable to shower or eat

there's no point to living anymore

trying to let go

of my feelings

but deep down I know

I will always love you

I will leave for good

cut my wrists

tie the noose

it didn't work last time

but I'll try again

in nights of utter darkness

you picked me back up

held me in your arms

kissed me on the forehead

and held my hands

now I must accept all that has gone

what we had, what we were

was anything you said even true?

was it all just a lie?

was I ever even special to you?

did I not love enough?

did I love too much?

is it something I did?

was I not pretty enough?

spiralling out of control

the roses I had once left for you

remain wilted and dead

the poem I wrote for you

remains unheard and bittersweet

you're in my veins

in my head, you're in my mind

I need you out

I wish I didn't feel a thing

cut my wrists

separate my mind

cut open my veins

please let me go

please, I want to live

I want to breathe again

I want to breathe again...

I guess in the end

I will never be the one for you

and although I was never

special to you

you were always special to me