it's 4:30 am
i've woken up from another
nightmare,
this one was different
from the others,
because it wasn't about losing
you.
it was about losing
*myself.

they don't understand
what it's like to be sad
all the time

they don't understand
why i feel the need
of dragging a razor across my skin

they don't understand
how i can cry
for hours and never
feel any better

they don't understand
that behind this face a living
*i am long dead gone