Dead.Inside.

I try to reach out for you, I imagine all the possibilities I have to reach you.
Because I look in the window and I still can't imagine I no longer talk with you.
Am I guilty for feeling dead inside?
There's a war inside me and I'm definitely losing. 
I feel like I need to prove you something, to prove that I am worth your time, worth your existence near me. I am driving insane. You were the one who said you were getting worried about my obsession, but there is no obsession. Just someone trying to not give up. Because what I feel inside is big enough to take me with it. I am loving you still. The way I can only love and it is with everything. Part of me is already insane, the other part just wants to survive. 



Please save me.





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