We still don't have an ending, I wish we did. 

Because even now as my feelings grow little, as you grow out my life; you're still here.

Despite it all, I still have to go out with you, rejections, seeming friendship ending.

Despite it all, I still have to sing your happy birthdays, stand with your mom, working together.

What's our ending?

Could we write it soon?

The little paper cuts have accumulated, and now I'm bleeding out.

Bleeding out emotions, I feel empty.

Apathy, another emotion you've taught me.