Empty

I'm letting this get the best of me. It has consumed all that I have left in  me to fight.

I dont want to miss you.
I dont want to feel the need of you.

I want to be able to make it on my own.

If when and if ever I come to say those words of promise, comprimise and sacrifice, I hope with all my heart it'll mean indefinitely.

You're a spectator of this self of mass destruction. Impossible to salvage, far beyond repairable. I've grown dim, I am close to burning out. You won't be able to catch me; i am falling, falling so fast.

S

At one point in time, i thought you were the best thing to have ever happened to me. Now im starting to think that you were the worst, and i'm sorry to have ever met you.