Cutting myself with an invisable razor. It's not real. Imagining my pain seeping out with my blood. This is my mental mirage. It's helping to alleviate the mental and emotional anguish I feel. I'm tired. Oh, so tired of making excuses for another person. Why should I have to suffer in light of someone elses weakness. In light of their darkenss? It's not fair! I did not ask for this, so why am I being punished? Do not be mislead. I am not seeking sympahty. I am simply seeking an end to all this misery. I wish it would all go away. Why did you hurt me? I was young then...innocent. I didn't deserve it. I'm struggling to remain strong, but at what expense? So, that you can hide behind the shadows guilt free? So, that noone can know of your deviance, but me? No. No! I will not have it be. I wish I could cast your reflection onto thee. Where's my weapon of destruction? The dagger... the phalice... intrusively ripping into your essence... Cutting away at your innocence, your trust, and the thing that creates a naive belief that love is suppose to hurt? Why? Why did you do this to me? Why must I suffer and carry the guilt born of your sins? When will it end... this internal torture? I'm can no longer pretend that everything is okay. Because, it's not. There are so many fragmented peices of me. I am so utterly thankful that they were there, when nobody else was, sheilding me from the storm. Collectively, we make a stronger person...but...it still hurts. I am you and you are me. I owe you my all, the ones that make up we. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for being there for me when nobody else was. Because, of you... I no longer feel alone.