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Well. Okay. Sure.

Sometimes I wonder if I even matter to you.

If my heart stopped beating, would you cry because you have no one to be at your beck and call? Or because the one you love is no longer with you?

Do you hear me when I say I’m hurting? If you do, why won’t you speak up?

Does your heart ache when I cry myself to sleep? Or does it get written off as another one of my “moments”?

Which head do I stimulate the most? The one I’m more beneficial to?

Are you all talk or is there truth behind your words?

I don’t how I let myself get like this To the point where I can’t hold a thought without you in it To the point where my heart aches To the point where I wake up in the middle of the night Crying hysterically, leaving my eyes red and puffy

I sit and think about how I let myself get like this I promised myself I wouldn’t let another consume me Bounce between hating myself and wanting you Cloud my ability to see Now I’m left here and I don’t know what to do

I loved you and I still do Yet here I am, left all alone And the one person I trusted with my life? I can’t even tell him how sick I am What’s even worse? I’m not going to get better

I won’t say that you aren’t the light in my life But how am I supposed to move forward When I’m looking at my aching heart in my cold hands? When I have to constantly fight the next hysterical breakdown? When my thoughts race and my pulse accelerates?

I love you and it breaks my heart that I’m sitting here like this I don’t want to bash my head into a wall I want you here, making it better with a kiss I don’t want to see my downfall