Done. You took away parts of me.
Holes gouged deep in my persona.
Bits of data mined from a larger program.
The computer now runs obsolete.

Fill the holes with stuff and things.
Eat, smoke, drink, replenish the void.
A temporary fix to the problem.
Depletion eventual, empty again inside.

Try to fill the gaps with people.
Not someone to have or hold, just friends.
Reach for people who come close enough.
Anyone, to make me feel anything.

Gone. You gave up sooner than I.
You have harvested my hopes ...