suppressed letter

I am death, you created me, to go numb and further my ability, emotionally scarred but still I came willingly, let you slowly kill me, let you try an heal me, you keep saying you feel me, but you left like everyone else did, so I committed 4 years alone, still counting the days, without the hope, I am death, I'll live and die alone, on the days I try to gain someone's eyes I realize, it's still not my time, my broken watch seems fine, it's broken but still operates like me, unsatisfied for my needs so I just let them be, I sit back to work on me, bit seems like I need help constantly, I'm now the bad guy in my story, tired of refilling the gap of emptiness, so I let it distort me, I let what could have been still haunt me, moments I'm happy becoming uncommon, and somehow you keep being the main part in my topic, the only logic is to keep myself busy, no time to think no time to breathe, some day I'll leave an only then I wouldn't want you to think of me since you never did.