Often I wonder if you even know my name.

Or am I just someone you bring in from the rain?

Sometimes I speak and you don’t hear me.

And it breaks my heart wondering if it’s worth having a voice.

Am I given a choice?

To choose to live without you,

Or live a fake life.

The choice is clear but harder than you think.

I’ve lived so long with you.

That our end can’t possibly be here.

How could you be so blind to me?

How could you not realize that I was bleeding?

How could you be so cold?

How could you not know?

That I love you.

How can you blame me for being who I am?

To try to strip me of all I am.