Unread the words?

The advice I have been given is to write.
Pour it out onto a page and never read it.
My world has come undone.
All I can do is stare at the ceiling.
And wish, just wish i'd have done something different.
But I doubt it would change the final outcome.
I am done.
I am empty.
I have no faith.
I have no energy.
Love is nothing but a fantasy.
A lie.
Something fabricated.
Make believe.
No more real than fairys or goblins.
I won't be falling anymore.