The shatters of glass keep cutting my hands as I bleed out my love for you. Wondering if you'll hold my hands one day and heal me the way you did in the fondest of my memories... I love you from the shattered pieces of me. My love is in my blood, it sometimes holds like glue.. But dissolves and runs and leaves me alone when I feel the loneliness that's been occupying my head. I'm falling apart, I'm failing the test. This might be the end, not sure I'm surviving this...I am not the strong person people tell me they see. I'm weak. Helpless.. failing and I'll kill you with me if you stand to close.. best to leave. Everyone does. Best to go. So I can say I told you so.. because the pain is mor familiar than the healing, and sometimes I think I'd rather be bleeding. Bleeding out all my love till I'm dying in my loneliness because bleeding out feels better than healing. Healing hurts. It takes so much time. Dying finished the waiting... it ends the wondering and the suffering.. there's no more failing when you quit the game... sure I'll never win, but I won't lose either.... Apathy...comatose maybe? The median of Dying and living... comatose but breathing. Alive but alone... I'll stay alive, so you don't feel bad leaving me alone.
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