Its like I'm in a dream…or like I've been placed back in time.
Why do you always reappear wherever I do.
Oh that's right you were the one who found me to begin with.
Why did I let you have me? I still don't remember…I guess I was deluded by your looks
or how cool I thought you were.
Sure we were happy at first but then you went and screwed it up.
Why?
I have no clue…
I let you pass those walls I have up and let you see the me I truly am…
You knew.
But you still did it anyways.
I feel like those walls were invisible only for me to see and everyone else could get by them.
An open book you could say.
Laying there open for the whole world to see.
Now it feels like they could grab me and turn the pages and see my secrets that I tried so hard to hide.
Do you see what you've turned me into.
No…I guess you wouldn't.
I also wonder if you see past these sleeves of mine…see the scars you've left behind for me to put on…
I'm sure you don't realize it but you come to me every night with a blade.
You cut so many places.
Like my wrist, legs, and arms.
Right now your standing in front of me with a knife.
You don't realize your holding one…but you are.
Your planning on stabbing it through my heart to end the suffering I supposedly caused you.
You don't see what you've put me through do you.
You come closer and stab the knife through my chest.
You show no remorse for what you have done…you leave me there to bleed.
I'll ask you one question before I die.
Did you enjoy seeing me in pain?
You smirk but saying nothing and leave.
I'm dead.