I thought I had a purpose. You were my happiness,
You were my life,
You gave me a purpose to stay.
I started to love you and fall for you each day,
I thought you might be different from the rest.
Not wanting to leave, not wanting to hurt me.
When I started to love you, I felt like I was meant to be alive again.
I felt like I was whole.
I couldn't even remember what it felt like to be whole.
You made me feel human...
Then you left me. You left me like everyone else, the stitches I thought would stay have been ripped once again. I now know that I no longer have a purpose or a reason to be. I'll remember you dearly, but you won't remember me.
I thought I had a purpose.