Being Me

I lie awake,
I hear you breathe,
I listen to you sleep,
I touch my arms,
With long, thin scars,
The pain that cut me deep.

I close my eyes,
I try to stop,
The memory from coming,
I clench my fists,
I want to scream,
I am forever running.

I think of how,
It used to be,
Of how you used to care,
It makes me cry,
To know that you,
Are now no longer there.