I seriously thought this was over.
I naively thought it was gone.
It was the scar on my body
that has finally healed...
but now it has been ripped back open: pain, blood, wounds, and all.
This is ME AT MY WORST.
The sad thing is that i let myself get this way - lost in my own thoughts, drenched by my own tears, drowning in my own blood.
I am dieing, but im not sure i want to... so why am i making myself do this?
Every smile, every laugh, every dry-eyed look i gave you - they were all lies.
Just like when i told you i was fine.
I told you it was all going to be okay when i was secretly asking myself the same questions you were
I pretend to be strong, but im not.
One more hit from life and ill be down again. Except... this time i may not be able to get back up.
Im a fake. A fraud. Im a sad excuse for a happy human being. This all leads up to one thing...
I AM ME.
