I refuse.

I refuse.

I can’t get close.

Even though you could save me.

Jokes have been made before.

And I’m weak.

I’m weak.

I’m weak.

I can’t take it.

Don’t you understand?

You’re a smart boy, you should know.

What am I saying?

There’s no way you could know.

There’s no way anyone could…

Well I guess they could.

If I told them.

But I Can’t!

Oh god, I’m going insane.

I’m arguing with myself!

Now you can understand why I can’t sleep.

Its stuff like this that keeps me up.

Anyway, back on topic...

I should tell you.

But I’m afraid I’ll…

I’ll scare you away.

I’d scare me away.

But you’re not me…

Yes, you’re not me.

No one is me.

I’m barely me.

Well, anymore.

Does that make sense?

I should just show you.

The X written on my wrist in pen.

The journals with more letters than you can poke a stick at.

Read my mind.

Tell me you know what’s going on.

That’s REALLY what I need.

Save me.

I don’t know if it’s up to you, or him, or him, or even her.

I don’t know who it’s up to.

I don’t know if I even care.

I just want them to REALIZE their responsibility.

They need to.

I need them to-

GOD I sound selfish.

All this “me” “me” “me” and “I” “I” “I”

I’m so stupid.

I sound like a spoiled piece of crap.

Oh god, now I’m even STILL talking about myself.

This is INSANE.

At least I’m not alone,

That much I know.

But who am I left with?

Internet writers I know nothing about?

She tells me she’s thinking the same thing,

But doesn’t believe me when I say it.

No one believes me.

No one ever would.

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Just a lovely little poem... not sure if its fictional or not? i'm never gonna tell..

muahaha ... no jk.

please R&R let me know someone's there.

luv ya-