Tragedy

I met my villain, and I met my savior, and I found them to be the same person,
I starved myself of everything I needed, and I can’t make sense of anything anymore,
All I strove for has turned to dust, and I made a mess out of myself,
Mispressed triggers and turned over paper linger on me now,
I thought I could control my life, but instead, my life controls me,
I could count the ways that I look at the moon, but then I’d be up all night missing you.