What happens when my social fabric breaks? What am I left with? Will you make this easy on me, or will you fake your way out of this one? You won't know what you had, until it's gone. I showed you how I loved, and you rejected it, as if it was nothing. My love was more than just empty space, I fill the holes that the heart has. I am in belief I can take this strength and pull through this. Love comes in many shapes and forms, mine is a chemical than will never meet and dend. I am an abandoned street, waiting to be filled. I am not a machine, I am a man. A clone of a clone. My story will haunt your dreams, and torture your thoughts. I cannot express my words through a canvas, though my words will paint a picture, I assure you, it is much worse than your mind can fathom. I cried through my heart, and bled through my eyes. Why couldn't you remove my sight, and relinquish me, of this pain?