I needed you.
All the devilish wisphers I weeded through.
The mental prison in which I needed your keys so that I could loose.
Living off borrowed strength to do all the things I use to believe that I could do.
How could any human be right for you?

I’m hurt more than I could ever express. 
These words are me paying my nightly dues. 
I wish I was only lightly bruised.
But I’m the low-hanging fruit that turned ripe too soon. 

I needed you. 
God, it’s impossible that you abandoned me in these tough times.
Still trying to figure out what’s mines.