You've left me with nothing.
And in return I gave you everything.
But I guess that's what I get in return.
The willingness to get burned.
This morose feeling has got me in it's grasp.
I have no idea how long I will last.
From the burning in my chest.
To my dreams when I rest.
I sleep but I'm still awake.
And yet this sickness is what my sanity won't take.
I can't breathe.
This sickness festers and seethes.
It's growing.
My sanity is no longer showing.
Your memories stay with my like a cyst.
I have no idea why I can't shake this.
It's all in my head.
But if I don't do anything I'll be dead.
Your words hit me like a cut.
You left me here now what...
