Can you see me any more?

I am here. I open my eyes and see you're turning away. Your arms are folded behind your back, and they are holding a once live rose. You drop it, and turn to me, to see my face; so I can see the blood red tears that are running down your check.

Did you have to do this? Say that you were here, when you really weren't? You've lied so many times, so I am not at all surprised that this has happened. You are made of lies, and made for lieing.

I do love you. I am here, screaming for you to come back to me, but you won't. You never have and you never will. Can you even see me? Can you? I doubt it, becuase you're once reasonable and kind eyes, are stabed out.

I took my quil pen and gabbed them out, my self. Fear is all that I could see on your face.


Don't come back. I don't want to see those empty eye sockets, any more than you want to be near me. But remember that you did this to your self.