I feel empty....o so empty.
The thought of you kills me.
There is something deep inside....that is telling me you do not need me.
You do not care about me.
In the way that I used to care about you.
For some reason....I do not care about you anymore.
I do not care if you die tomorrow, and never said goobye.
I do not care if you dissappear, and we never meet again.
For some reason...something changed.
I think what changed was you.
