It is a long night, the rain pouring outside.

The lights are off; it is dark and cold.

I lie here half-awake, consumed by thoughts of you.

I gave up everything and gained nothing in return.

Perhaps I am fighting for what I can never hold,

Or trying too hard to save what is already gone.

Here I lie, unable to move, speak, or scream.

Is it wrong to give up when the ache is this deep?

I am not that strong, and you know it.

I am quick to anger, impulsive, and foolish;

I am weak, barely standing on my own two feet.

I do not know where to turn anymore.

Holding on feels entirely wrong

So let us walk away, and go our separate ways.