i dont think it matters anymore - not to you, atleast. br i know i still care though; its all i think about; you are all i breathe. br but like suffocation... you, my breath, are no longer inside of me. br i try to fill my lungs with life, with you, but i take in lonelinesss and pain instead. br my body is living off of death, thriving on your memory alone. br i reach out my hand, gasping for air, grasping for some one to save me, but i fall short. br my palm holds nothing but wind. br no one cares; nothing is there but silence. br so i have stopped trying to breathe. br not that it wasted my energy, but every time i tried, i just died again. and i have drowned one too many times.