A/N: It's really sad when you look at somebody you thought you knew, and find someone else. If you're reading this (though the likelihood of that occurring isn't good), know that I think you changed how you thought because of him, and because of reasons stated below. And he's a bastard. Hope you don't end up like him.


Projection

How sad, little girl;
You left yourself crying
Sitting cold on the floor
Surrounded by your doubts.

Do you dream in red?
What goes on inside your head?

You couldn't hold the knife,
The pills just wouldn't go down,
So now you let them break you
Because if hate can kill,
You'll soon be dead.
One look in your eyes,
And all I see is the emptiness.

They say that when we hate,
We only hate ourselves.

That, kids, is what we call
Projection.