Wrote this once upon a time when I had friends at which to be mad.
You may be faint hearted, dear,but your footsteps are heavy,
and I hear every move you make. (and I hear every step you take)
Your subtlety has an edge, and it slices through,
with the blade of your words, I grow more hollow,
trying to regain the consciousness that I bled.
You know nothing of what it's like to be me,
all that you do is based on what you see,
there is no other option but to let me bleed,
from the inside out, pain comes from your mouth.
