I don't want to be another nothing.

Floating about on my life-strings

and hoping I'll get taken for a

real ride. I'm really sick-

Just so sick, of you.

And everyone else too,

but mostly just

you.

I am out of control.

The blood in my viens is

pulsing too fast,

then, too slow.

It pours like lead and

it looks like snow.

I'm afraid of everyone

everyplace

everything

and I am sick of it.

Sometimes I can't breathe,

I am so sick of it.

I need a life I can be proud of

I need a body I can be proud of

Because this life just isn't

doing enough for me.

And I won't cut, but I will

bruise. I won't take a knife,

instead I will make a fist

because I am nothing

like you.

Not this person you have

become.

I honestly don't even

know you. 

Why don't you just

grow up and fucking

dump me already?

Huh? What's the hold up?

Last year you made everything

pretty clear. Your lovely letter

made me feel so warm.

No- no it didn't, it froze me up,

and I still haven't thawed.

So get out. Just go. God knows

you don't give two fucks about me

anymore. 

All you can think about is yourself

so maybe it'd be better

if you did that on your own.

And maybe then, I wouldn't

feel like such a damn

Nothing.

Because nothing is all I am

when I am with you.