Bleeding Blue .
You see yourself on the ground.
Feeling senseless .
Feeling lonely .
Just to realize you're bleeding.
You're bleeding .
But why?
Why are you on the ground?
Why do you stay there?
You look up at the sky
and you wonder why.
"Why am I lying here alone?"
"Why isnt there another person here dying with me?"
You look up at the sky again.
You feel the heat of the sun on your skin.
You feel your soul leaving your body as well.
You see nothing but a blurry sight .
Blurry clouds.
A blurry blue sky .
Then you see a figure.
Then you see a shape of a knife.
It was dripping with blood.
Not some ordinary red blood.
The knife is dripping with blue blood.
Why is it blue?
Are you even human?
Why does it matter now?
You're dying as it is.
You don't understand any of this .
You don't know anything that is going on . You don't even realize you exist still.
So.
Who is the killer that you see in that blurred line of vision ?
Your last moments of life allow you to see for a moment.
You see who the killer is.
Your best friend.
You thought they loved you.
Cared about you.
You even felt like this was the worst day of your life.
And it was.
Your so called friend.
Your so called friend that stabbed you .
Why?
You only want to know why?
What have you done?
Why are they upset with you?
Or are they angry?
Or do they simply love you?
Love you so much that they want your body for yourself?
You have no more time.
You can't get a single word out.
You can hear them mutter under their breath, but it was barely audiable.
What have you done to them?
You now feel the pain .
The pain of the stab.
Right.
In.
The.
Back.
You didn't expect this .
Expect a friend.
To stab you in the back .
Litterally.
Why is this so confusing?
Your life is short .
Short for what?
You're worth nothing to them.
Or was this all pretend?
All a story?
All fake?
Did any of this actually happen?
Or is it reality?
You loved them .
They certainly didn't love you .
You're a rotten vegetable to them .
How does that feel?
To be left out.
Left out of the world.
Left out of the world you were supposed to be in.
You lost it all.
Word for word.
You're all done .
Your last goodbye.
It wasn't that good.
You survived for how long?
But isn't that irrelevant?
You're so alone.
How does it feel?
you notice the blood pool around you .
It's blue.
They stabbed you all along.
Why?
You thought it was another person?
You're not as pure blooded as you think.
Your life is now worthless .
Now more or less dead off.
You didn't chose this life.
Not for long .
This was a mistake.
All your fault.
Say goodbye .
Goodbye to the world.
Good bye baby blue blood.
You watch yourself bleed out once again.
Now, you're dead.
What do you see beyond belief?
Ghosts?
Heaven?
Hell?
No.
You're re-living your life.
Start over.
And over.
And over.
Again.
You repeatedly get stabbed .
Each.
Time.
You.
Come.
Back.
This feels awful.
But somehow different.
Each stab had a different meaning .
But why?
Why did it have a different meaning each time?
You keep messing up.
Might as well give up.
Restart your life with something new.
You don't need to .
But it's recommended.
If you made it this far .
Then I am proud of you.
Just let it go.
See a difference in the world.
See a difference in yourself.
Good luck.
Good luck with that blue blood.
It will come back.
Eventually.
