Where were you as I ran away from my fears
were you behind me, for I did not see you.
As I hid behind the just-slammed door, staring at my green stars...
As I cried my fucking heart out...
Where the fuck are you?
You who's supposed to love me,
To care for me!
Where were you when I ran out into my yard...
falling down the stairs.
Did you watch my blood pour out onto the cold, hard cement?
Reveling in my last moments?
Where were you when I woke up sweaty, soaked in my tears?
Were you with me, comforting me?
I did not feel you.
As I think about where you were and where you are, I realize...
I am alone.
That's why I hate you.
No, not for being here...
Just for being. Me knowing that you are here worsens my condition as I fall into the ever deep abyss of no turning back.
You may say Im a fucking fraud, or I'm just saying this because others act depressed, but this is the true me.
I don't give a rat's ass if you want to leave me.
I was alone and whether or not you are here, I still am.