Where has this path taken us?
I no longer feel you next to me.
But then . . .
You were never next to me.
I just never let myself believe it.
Not you . . .
The wind whispers to me your secrets as I call out your name.
And now I understand that it was an illusion.
You're fake.
And I knew it.
Why don't I care?
Why do I still love you?
I am not that kind.
Is it a bad thing that I cry myself to sleep?
I know that you can say no different.
Before all of this happened,
Before your lies, scowls, and hatred,
You told me.
I listened.
But it is not the same.
We're not the same.
I was there, and you trusted me.
Me.
But you were never there.
Like a ghost, you approached me,
And I blindly followed.
I was pulled into your trap.
The pain inflicted upon my soul has broken me.
Now, I am nothing.
You are dead to me.
And to you, I was never there.
Fake.
An illusion.
I listen to the wind more than I should.
The cool embrace of the dark surrounds me.
They call to me.
Where else do I go?
Alone.
You don't see my heart breaking every time I see you.
You don't see me.
You don't care.
Don't care that I love you.
Don't care that this anger is covering my pain.
Don't care . . .
Why do I care?
Aren't I living for the memories we shared?
I am being swept up in that old, rusty joy.
I know that I am no longer sane.
You did this to me.
My friend . . .
You did this to me.
There should be no love for you.