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You think you know me?

You don’t have the slightest implication of who I am.

You don’t know what goes on in my mind.



Do you know what I’ve been through?



No.



You never cared enough to glance in my direction.

You never had the sense to open your eyes.

To watch me bleed before you.



Have you seen what I’ve seen?

Did you ever have to watch as your own hands shook?



Because of all the drugs.

All the stress.

All the grief.

All the things I did for you?



Have you lost what I’ve lost?

Did you ever have to watch as the things you loved most in the world,

the only things you’ve ever believed in,

slipped away from you time and time again?



Did you ever have that nagging voice in the back of your head…

egging you on to just end it all?

Telling you it be so much easier…



Have you felt the things I’ve felt?

Did you ever wake, screaming, crying from a fitful sleep?

Body shaking…uncontrolled?



Do you realize I endure all this for you?



You don’t.



Did you know I was trying to save you?



You didn’t.



You think you can save me?



You can’t…



I’m too far gone…from trying to save you.