Feelings? What is that?

Your words have always been empty and meaningless.
I guess they've really rubbed off on me.

Those words occupied my heart. 

Empty things collapse in and divide the mass of it's self,

Until there is nothing left. 

Isn't just marvelous how you can just wake up one day, not even breathe yet and you can decide that someone isn't worth being in your life any longer? I think it's great, fucking lovely.

I don't give a thought to you anymore. 

I can't care.

I can't because I've thrown away and ripped all our memories apart.

I don't want to remember any of it.

Not anything besides the good stuff but I wont. I'll force my grip to give up. 

Nothing is worth four tries. 

You were nothing. 

And now you are gone.