Silence fell on the other end.
I hate this feeling..
The "I'll never breathe again."

The knowing that I'll never have back
all that I gave to you..
I don't know if I even want it back
if I'm speaking the truth.

My mind confused and my heart barely beating.
blaming you, but I'm the broken cycle that keeps repeating.

Anger ...the eternal pattern.
Angry from the fact that
I wasn't worth the argument.

Happy tempo.. filled with words of sadness.
Masking anyway I can to get myself through this.

Sinking back into my lower fucked up self.
Wondering if I can handle this maddening hell.