Life.

When you're gone you took my sanity away

If losing mind is the consequence of losing you then it must be it

Constantly refuse to cater other people's neediness

I am told that there'd no longer be tomorrow in their universes,

I say rubbish.

Never have been a galactic order bothered by the idea of

someone's inability to cater to other people's neediness.

Maybe they forgot how mercurial my needs have been

when I was the one asking them to

But have I ever asked?

But is it their mistakes?

I am much of a whole another things you happened to pass on your way heading somewhere,

A phase

I'll be, once again, damned if i say this

But,

I am not your friend.

I have never been anyone's

I simply coexisted

Co-related

Cooperated

My whole existence is to cater to your needs and that only.

When you're done, i am gone.