Help

I miss her so much. I miss her, I miss her. My soul, my heart the candle inside my soul but the flame withered away. Tear my flesh and leave my body barren of substance, and offer it up to the demons. They will work to get my love back. I miss her. Why am I so brainless? The taste of hell savors my hunger. In hell then will my atonement be complete, and the demons sever every part of this shell I live in. Crimson spills onto the heart and repairs the fractured chambers. They want what's best for me, so I listen to every word. My ex texted me right after writing this I know they see me effort