As I lay in this cold dark room, I realize…
that I have nobody else but you, And even then, I don't really know you.
After the countless hours i’ve put into you, the countless emotions and screams i’ve shared with you, How are you to tell me that i know you?
When i’m more lost than ever before, not once have i ever been near to knowing you.
Whats funny, is i see you, the sun shines and there you are. The water becomes clear and i see you.
But i swear what i see is a picture; a picture in my mind with nothing else but my own input.

I remember, we shared that room together, our wrists bleeding and yet you stood by me. You didn't speak but i knew you were there, you were there telling me to continue, you told me my life isn't finished and yet here I am, wishing it was different. Wishing our life wasn't this ****** up.

How do you stay so optimistic? I see you smiling, and I wish i could be just like you.
But truth is… that’s impossible, I lay in this room floating away every night to a distant place.
And yet you follow me. Like a lost puppy, But who am i to speak? when i don't even understand me.
I keep my head up to show that I’m alright, Dying inside. Rotting away day by day just like my cold, distant heart.
I hurt and hurt, and yet you somehow don't feel. Is it because you’re not who i thought you were?
Or is it because i'm more lost than i thought i was?
is it because my time here isn't over or is it because you’re forced to. So many questions and I won't get any answers… Not until…