Because of me

Because of you.

Because of you and the fact that you aren’t here anymore.

Because of the empty space, the silent on it, the lack of heat.

Because there are too much air just for me

Because your voice is now replaced by the sound of the TV and your image is not more that a bunch of images throw it to my head without any order of sense.

Because you where everything.

Because I used to think I won`t need anybody else to live.

Because I forgot how to have a social life, so I`m here alone with nobody to chare or talk, not even a fucking dog to distract me with his moving tail back and for.

Because I am not more than a blur that merely breathe and exist.

Because you are now self-sufficient and now I`m just the person who was there for you all the time.

Because I can´t believe that you don´t want to perceive me anymore, smell me, feel me, think about me, I can´t believe that you don´t want to remember who I am.

Because I call you all the time to say nothing, because I know my voice sicks you.

Because you are my last thoughts in the night.

Because of the things that are in that bag waiting to be delivered.

Because there are too many reasons That I can´t even explain.

Because of me Because of me and my mistakes. I didn´t mind them, but I did them, I know.

Because I am the one who doesn´t want to accept this. Yes, Because of me.