I'm sorry I was a *itch. I'm sorry I tried not to feel. I'm sorry I'm cold and worn and tired. I'm so, so sorry I tried to feel nothing inside. I'm sorry I cried. I'm sorry I felt. I'm sorry you think I'm like that Cassie *itch. I'm so, so sorry I felt something inside. You're ashamed of me? I'm ashamed, disgusted and angry at myself. I keep shutting down, more and more. I try not to fell the blows anymore. I try not to flinch at each jab, poke and prod. I tried to shut down, but I can't anymore. I've seen life, and I've seen death, I've seen things I never want to see again. You think you're alone. Think you're the only one. Think I know nothing about what you've done. That's where you're wrong. You don't know a thing. I've felt every blow that you've had to deal. I've met every punch and kick head on. I said nothing for so, so long. You think you know? You know nothing at all. My memories are broken, shattered and torn. You think that I lie when I tell you this? I wish I was. You wonder, why I do things? How I think? I'm not sure myself, really. I know you don't care what I used to be. But. I say to you. I used to be you.
Severus_Golden_Angel · Sat Aug 13, 2005 @ 08:03am · 0 Comments |