I don't need you. You don't keep me alive. But... I feel numb without you. I don't want to feel broken. I don't want to feel dead. But I know you don't need me. So I will walk around alive but not breathing. I will tell you I'm fine, even tho I am aching. I told you I'd love you till the day I die, but honestly, I'm barely alive. So tell all your friends that it was me, not you. But never look me in the eye and blame me for what you do. Its your fault you left and its your fault I'm wilted. I'll never be the perfect rose that you fell in love with. Was it as easy to fall out as it was to fall in? Will you call 3 months from now begging to let you back in? Cuz I won't answer. I won't reply. Don't even bother. I've already died.