• Why? It's so cold here and you left me. Why? Was I not enough to satisfy your tastes? You know I hate the dark, the cold. Yet, you left me without a word. I didn't even know you were gone until my green eyes opened to see the darkness closing in.
    My hands stretch out to find you, feeling nothing but the emptiness that seems to be swelling. I just need to feel you, your warmth. I need it, like a junkie needs that fix. You're my fix. What am I to do now that you're gone? Withdrawal is too painful. Couldn't you have been compassionate and killed me before leaving? It would be heaven compared to this.
    My breathing is ragged. Each breath is a chore. My chest is swollen with hurt, and a shattered heart. I just want to stop breathing, pass on into oblivion. Maybe I'll get lucky and find you there.
    Oh, but what's the use for this hoping, this wishing? I'm just inflicting more pain upon myself. You'll never come back. You had me, you used me, now you've moved on to bigger and better things. I knew I wasn't enough. I knew it from the beginning. The first time you took my chin in your soft hand and looked into my eyes, I knew you were a liar. But you were the best liar I've ever met. I'd gladly spend eternity listening to your lies, let them swallow me whole, eat at me until nothing's left.
    But I guess that's what you did. You ate at me, tore me apart trying to find your favorite part. Did you find it and take off with it? Or was it not there and you grew tired of trying? I tried too, but that doesn't matter to you, does it? You only worry for yourself. But of course, I knew that so I guess I'm at fault.
    I'd forgive you if you came back. Pathetic, yes. Pitiful, yes. That is me. That is what you made me into. Your pet.
    I cannot survive without your embrace. I cannot carry on without your lies. Come back to me, my love. Give me what I need and I can try to do the same for you. Let me back inside of you.
    Let me back in...

    Living is a challenge, a game.
    I don't want to play anymore.