Walk away, walk away.

You left.

I wish I could just leave.

I can't leave.

I stay. I cry. I take some pills to numb the pain.

It's over now. You're gone.

You made sure to walk past me to collect your belongings as the knife cut across my skin.

I stay in this house. It's suddenly colder. A draft coming from the absence of what was.

Now, it's what will never be again.

I know you well enough to know you won't come back.

You won't try to make amends.

I'm damaged. Broken. Why would anyone care?

I'm emotionally unstable and insecure. Jealously plagues my inner being. Abandonment lingers throughout my mind. But, I do have a heart.

A heart that beats deeply for you.

I cared. I'll always care.

I loved you. More than you may ever know.

Doesn't matter anymore.

Once again, I'm left here alone.

Everyone walks away when you're me.

Walk away, walk away.

I'll pick up the shattered glass pieces and all that's left of me.

I'll try to patch myself up, and I'll find more damage that can't be repaired.

I keep digging deeper and deeper, but I won't ever know myself.

I just know what I'm not.