Watch me die

Many days go by
as I sit here and watch myself die
looking at the pictures on the wall
I wounder what the hell happened to us
was it me? was it you?
was it too much?
was it not enough?
did you feel this way for a while?
did you just spontaneously decide to just leave me?
did you care at all?
did you regret anything or
did it satisfy your craving to watch me slowly die?