I know you can't read minds

but is it so hard for you to see that i am feeling so little?

Because to me, what you're doing is making me feel insecure
that i'm not good enough
that i'm not worthy enough
that i'm not what you want.

you don't put in half the effort anymore.
everything else is your priority
everyone else is your priority.

tell me,
where do i fit in this world you have of yours?
do you bury me deep underground
and dig for me when there's no one left?

What's there left to hold onto?

What's left in the empty remains of a hollow heart?

You have nothing left in you.
Just give up.

I don't really care for much these days. I really don't care for anything at all.

so for future us, cheers, and may the rest of our years be the best ever.

Not even death can.

Happy belated birthday.
Sorry for not seeing you. Sorry for not trying harder.
But I still love you with each and everyday that passes.