Where did we go,

when we split up?

You seem to have gone up.

And I'm glad and happy for you.

I seem to have fallen way down.

And you seem to think that I'm fine.

You went out and lost something,

becoming more like something you said you wouldn't be.

I also lost something.

And I've also become something I hate.

You lost your physical innocence

and became a sex-crazed boy,

using only for your pleasure,

breaking hearts.

I lost my emotional innocence,

and became a depressing mess,

capable of only hurting myself and others.

I became a wraith,

sucking out all of the joy.

I don't even know which is worse.

Don't know who is cursed more.

But we split up,

you left,

what right do I have anymore to care?