i don't understand how you seem to be fine while i'm slowly losing it.

i think of you and feel physically sick--

it's as if my worst fears have been confirmed and i really am easy to quit.

my feelings and hurt were never easy to admit.

looking back, i wish i let the emotions swallow me until nothing was left. 

so i'll go and stare at your picture, wondering if in your mind i'll cease to exist,

i never really thought there would be yet another time we split.