I awoke with the pressure of the dark cloak of depression, returning. 
My soul no longer yearns for happiness, care, or love from another. 
Tears always flowing with the disappointment, sinking deeper and deeper in the shadows of my own hell.
All those promises, dreams, and sweet "nothing's" are now kindling to my emotional turmoil. 
I question it all and keep trying to be strong but, I feel like a queen, the queen of hell. 
I fell for all the kisses. I fell for all the words. Now I'm just a cunt because I'm me, a mess, an imperfect. 
My heart is cold and yearns for it's one and only...
But, it seems he doesn't exist. 
Doesn't care...
Fuck, I miss him. 
Fuck, I'm lonely.