I never saw the blade you would stab me with...
Never saw how you would kill me...
...Or even how you would think of me after I killed myself.
You are me...
...And I am you...
I had no control.
Still I bleed;
I can see the blood overlapping what has already dried and crusted.
Each drop sheds a memory of you...
...For I am disappearing.
Empty boots lay behind the door.
A bomb upon my bed.
Wishes turned to nothing...
...They are bled out for the world's cruel amusement.
I see you now...
...This mirror is breaking.
The ugliness of what is inside of me has shattered it once and for all.
Funny...
...How no tears I am crying,
Even though I am in such pain.
But, you know what?
...Sometimes the worst pain is not cried over...
...or felt.
Laugh if you want...
...But I am dying...
...So, you are passing away, too...
Your life is mine...
You are me.
I am you.
This is not the last knife that shall come between us and this copy of existence.
