Lost, Alone & Bitter Again

It’s over. I’m single again.

I know that  love her because I feel empty, hollow, ugly, still haven’t got dressed. I want to curl up and die. I wish I could just drop down dead, the thre’d be no ore pain, no more worry, no more nothing ever again. I’ve hit rock bottom now, haven’t been here for a while and nothings changed.

I’m too depressed to even cut.