Did you mean every word you said in the past? Or were they just thoughts; Just fake feelings you thought were real? You've torn me apart. Everything was real for me. Everything is always real for me. Everyone I've gotten close to has torn me piece by piece. My insides now see the outside world. They breathe in the life the trees and wind pass by. It helps me live but helps me die. This constant struggle to breathe, to keep my own heart beating is painful. Absolutely painful. I can hear my own gasps as if I'm not even myself, but someone else watching in terror as my own body and soul fades away second by second. It's terrifying. I see random scars I thought long left appear out of nowhere. I see everything from my past appear in front of me; then I watch as it all disappears. I watch as everything I once knew changes almost immediately. And I see that everyone I thought I knew turn into people I had no idea even existed. Even though I remember them all perfectly, they have no idea who I am. They can't remember my name, or even the first letter of it. It makes me wonder just how often they think of their past. Or if I was even a part of it. I thought I was. But maybe those were false memories. Maybe that was a false life entirely. Or maybe, maybe, I just never meant anything to anyone in the first place..
Xxblood muffinxX · Sat Jul 03, 2010 @ 05:41am · 0 Comments |