Selinium.

Every little ounce of my strength, goes to my being alive. Not as in living my life, but simply to keep on breathing. I hardly sleep anymore, as it involves me and relaxation, which are two things that don't mix. I don't exercise, unless you count my round trips to the kitchen from the sofa, and back a few times each day. Sometimes from a chair, even. And you know, it’s weird. How the only thing we really don’t know we’re all wasting, or we just keep ignoring it, every day, is something we’ll never be able to get back. Time. Did you make some memories today? something you’ll look back on in 20 years and smile.  No? neither did I. Just another day lost in time, wasted, blown away. It's tragic, really. I’ll die before I’ve ever really lived. I’m a curse, I am my own undoing.

I think I'm even more broken than I was before. I don't dream, anymore.

But that's fine, 'cause at least then I don't have to see you every night.

I don't need your hugs, anymore, I'm fine without you here. I am doing, just fine.

Even though I still have your things out, as if you could walk right back where we left off.

As if you'd forgive me for leaving, well before you left for good. As if.