Destitute.

Hello, are you there, are you there...
Is anybody there?
I lie on my bed on the verge of sleep and waking and I have this insane urge to talk to you
I want to tell you my hopes, my dreams, my fears, what makes me strong, what makes me cry.
But most of all, I want to tell you that I feel alone.
I can't seem to be me without you.
I need you to know just how much I was in love with the boy you were.
How you could so easily make me a better person.
You once said everything's gonna be alright.
And like a fool I believed.
From the core of my heart, but who am I kidding, youre never gonna read this.

P.s: I keep forgetting to forget you.