I lost contact with myself.
Pouring my soul into the wrong vessels.
I’m a shell of who I was in my better mental. 
Felt like I needed you. 
Wish I could free myself from the cycles of harshness.
I know now that I was the only one giving a real loving.
I realize that there’s no place for me but the sadness and darkenss.

I guess loving me taught her what loving isn’t.
It’s not the task she sees loving me as. 
And it’s not a prison.
I’m empty calories and I’m sure he’s the whole pyramid.