Why the fuck,
do I even survive,
this hell called life,
do i not deserve,
to find a mate,
I look into my past,
all my past loves,
and I scream inside,
knowing I shouldn't have pushed,
I shouldn't have pushed them away,
I wouldnt be alone now if I hadn't,
I hate what I have become,
they want what I once was,
but I just cant,
I cant be what you want,
BECAUSE HE DIED.
