You,
you who opened the doors to my soul with empty words that left nothing but unclosed holes.
Your eyes hide the lies that have never been told and the secrets of a life that none can behold.
Knives and razors open flesh and bone,
my blood remains still and unflown,
No pulse to drive the life they hold.
Silent is the world I walk, dark and alone.
Unscathed by the elements,
mother natures own,
the creation of forces wholly unknown.
Torn to shreds emotion has won.
There was never anything there and there was never ”the one”.
Cruel an imagination can be telling more tales to myself than even you would believe.
I never really actually believed but forced upon myself to concede, that you were my dream breathing and living.
My dreams are alive yet I remain a figment of reality shrouded in the mist of your thoughts.
Unknown to all but me the real truth.
It was all make believe,
There never really was a you!?