Reality pangs my existence,
Every breath chokes my dreams.
What am I without you?

Nothing but a lone...desolate soul,
Living in a scraped sheet of skin.
Marked with incisions of past hurts.

I feel completely alone,
Abandoned in the corners of reality.
Numb...longing your affection.

Here I am once again...
Crouched on the bathroom floor.
Knowing this is the last time I will miss you.
 
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