You were doing so well, I was proud of you, But the beauty of the world took you from me. Did you ............miss me too? Now look at me, broken in places where I was broken before. This time my wounds won't heal! I cannot. take it. anymore. You have not noticed but I am trying to nurture these scars, to patch them up again. I bleed infront of you, do you see my blood, don't pretend!
Where are you? Are you somewhere where you have openly hidden yourself from me? I see you looking my way, but do you truly see? What's your focus? Do you see me or are you subconsciously focussing on the dagger in my back- the one that you twisted and turned, time and time again.
Aren't you seeing all the blood? Ofcourse not, I've cleaned it up with my tears. I have drown myself with your painful smiles and glareless stares. Do you still see me? Because I don't want to see you. I smile and turn away. This time, I'm mended, not broken.