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"You are me..."
I stare at the broken mirror that hangs crookedly.
"You are meant to be dead."
I stared at the bullet wounds that crown my head.
"You are just as dead as me."
"I am neither in reality, because you make me one."
My heart no longer beat, now my existence is completely devoid of love.
"...but, I am neither a fantasy..."
I am it, and it is me.
"I will haunt you till it is your time to die."
Her eyes were void of empathy,
her words repeat my thoughts and dark, twisted fantasies.
She knows my confusion, she knows my pain;
she loves my suffering, but...what is there to be gained?
She is not a mere fantasy, she is everything dark that I hide inside me.
"I bleed because of you."
"I scream because of you."
"I have to take on all your burdens."
"I tAkE oN yOuR sCaRs BeAcAuSe Of YoU!"
I shake, her eyes ushering me to the world that belongs to the dead.
I am soo broken that I am sure that there is nothing left...
"I die for you!"
"I am your screams and nightmares when you face the cold, hard truth!"
I look down, these hands...these hands serve nothing but to paint me red...
