He is me

He screams "Don't go!" He begs "Please stay!" As she leaves him with a shattered heart, a shattered life.

He cries out for forgiveness. She pleads for him to stop, to not make this harder than it already is, but anything she says will only fuel his lungs.

She leaves him there, lying on the floor. He's broken. This isn't the first time this has happen and it won't be the last.

Everytime love is lost it takes a little piece of him. There's only so many pieces to take, only so much he can handle before he snaps.

He believes this is that point. He's out of pieces to take. you can't fix a puzzle that's missing pieces. He is me.