And so

I hate the way i let myself get crazy, i know it hurts the people around me, but i swear to god i can HEAR it breaking.
Bottle it all up inside and then what? Remember last time?
Of course you do and you'll be holding it against me till the day i die.
And i should just do it now.
You're happy together, and i've lost all purpose i ever had. The only reason i existed in your lives was to maybe aid in bringing you together and i've lost that goal now it's been accomplished.

I'm stuck back in a pit of self loathing and its less comfortable than before. I watch you touch and i can remember his hands on my body, though i'm sure he's long forgotten such endevours.
I was a footnote on existance, i apologize for writing in a life that wasn't my own.

Still i crave to bleed.