This Is A Closed Book. Poem by Ghost Legend

Talking to you is asking to die
I can't even stand without falling
Everything's a blur, my room spins
It's like it's letting me now
Such small breaths, almost gone
No amount of water gets me good
Because there is no thing, not anymore
There's a death I have to go through
Of myself, of who we were
I don't believe she was ever real
I'm disappointed, feeling regret
I gave everyone my soul
She won't be alone, I'm going too,
As you find what you took
I don't need the stories, your hooks
This is a closed book.