Second half of other poem #2

Leaving my room for the second time in two weeks after i read your letter/
Even the doors to this empty home miss you, you were so much more than you mentioned/
Frame by frame we built this big picture and day by day i watched you slowly wither/
To be the focus of your last letter you’d think I’d feel much better but what good is a sun on a/
Barren plane, makes it arrid where nothing can live again. i held your hand even as you held the/
Eraser. If only this were a book and I could retrace you. nothing here could ever replace you, is it /
Hot in here, i think i need some air, telling me move on i don't think you ever cared i'm not hungry/
I am okay! i'm not okay… it's okay… water and unseasoned bread i don't make my bed im/
Not into that. I don’t make friends at school, i don’t follow the rules if you knew me before/
Don’t come to my door… you only remind me… please don’t remind me, does it ever go away? /