What if you woke up to an empty bed, and a note that said “I’m never coming home, I can’t live with the person I’ve become”? Would you even notice I was gone? Or would would you just carry on staring blankly into spaces that I used to occupy? I always fucking hated that distance in your eyes. I’m a ghost; I’m a shadow on the wall of a house you don’t go in any more. And though transparency is nothing new to me, I guess I never thought you’d be the one to leave. So what’s there to say? I know that “sorry” is what’s expected, but what will that change? I’m still sleepless in the bed that I have made, the grave, the product of my selfish ways. And I know that this would mean everything to someone but nothing to you, I never meant to be the boy who cried wolf, There was just no other way to get through to you, I mean how was I expected to tell you the truth? You couldn’t even look me in the face most days, And it’s taken me this long to work out why. But I, I spent years feeling ashamed, I spent years being afraid of something that wasn’t there in the first place. Did you ever love me? What if you woke up, and you’d forgotten everything I have said, could we be happy again? If I can learn to live with myself, could you learn to love me like you said you did? I know that I hate the man I am, but I’m the man that you made me.