Waking up this morning was the hardest thing I've had to do (I know I should have seen this coming, but I had no idea). I can't stand my own lack of understanding of how to make someone happy. This house doesn't feel the same without you to make it home (I did this to myself again). I can't stand on my own feet without you there to hold them down. The things you said, and the things I meant are worth forgetting. They're worthless. Everything that I say takes a different part of me, and everything that I've lost still feels so lost. Part of me wishes things were the same. Part of me knows that I am to blame. You said you loved me like I loved you, now I know that isn't true. That one room I wish I could forget. You turned your back to save your face.