She Says Goodbye.

In all honesty I can tell you my name, but if you ask me to talk about who I really am that's where things get sticky. I can't let alone talk about things I like about me because everything I like seems to have a counteraction that makes me want it to be someone else's. That's where she came from. Taking all of me that I like and separating it from myself to form someone else. If you were to meet her you'd think she was phenomenal. She's gorgeous and so brilliant she's almost mythical. But to me she's very much real. For all that nonsense that I hate about me the fragile pieces and the loose strings and amnesia. That stayed. For all that she is good she is just as bad. If not worse. Almost as though she stole my life from my body leaving this hollow person to roam the world. But of course that is not enough. She wants me dead more so than any girl who hates me. More so than any life i've touched. If anyone dares to beg to differ they should meet her. Of course they will, she hates competition. Not out of fear of losing but more so the annoyance it casts. If you were to have met me before things went wrong and before I lost it all you'd realize I'm nothing like what you would have thought. There's a subconscious tone of mine that tries to build walls and pretend I'm normal, I'm fine, you could even say strong. But once those walls fall down and the darkness drains all strength, the lime light shows that I'm scared, lost and built with glass bones. Within those walls is a divine person a virgin to life. But yet she's living in a place where darkness oozes through the seams. She is trapped within her own fortress and in due time she will die. Then there will be nothing left of me. Not even my other half would survive without her light.

I'm just notifying anyone out there that this is a sign that we're dying.