You say sorry doesn't mean anything to you, well I guess that means you should mean nothing to me, because all I see is a sorry excuse for a human being.

If you are just a dream
Then that's ok with me
Because if you can't be real
Then how blessed am I to see
Something that wasn't
Ever meant to be

Do you want to see how cruel I can be? Would you like to witness the sickest acts that this disease can **** out of me? Lay your eyes upon this clever beast, he is not as slick as he believes. You can view him as he is, and you will discover that under the veil of skin, there is an empty frame willing to wear whatever it needs, to hold out any hope that might be trying to find a way in.

You're only a tiny voice in the back of my head, but still you sing louder than anything I've ever said. I don't mean to be so distant, and I never intended to show you resistance. It's just that I don't know how to sleep with you next to me, I never make the right move, I always **** up the timing of everything. I need to know that there's a place inside you, a space where I can hide when I need to. And I hope that you don't need this letter to remind you, I'm only looking forward, I don't care what lies behind you.

You rushed in to fill the all the quickly emptying spaces, and as the cracks grew wider you helped me hold my shape. You plugged the plethora of holes where my soul would try to escape, and you covered the countless crevices that I thought would seal my fate.