Who I Am

January 27, 2008


I'm the worst and best friend you'll (n)ever have.
I'll tell your secrets, but only to those you mistrust.
I'll keep them from the trusted.
I'll mix and dissect and reword things until it's all the same.
I'll cleear things up, but only when you cry blood for me.
I'll hold your hand after I've broke your heart.
I'll convince you I'm here when I really never was.
I'll hurt you when you're broken, only because it numbs you.
I am here.. but i'm not with you.
I'm the nothingness that fills your emptied soul.
I'm what you'd never thought was there.
I'm what's left, and you don't want me.
I'm what's meant for you, but I was born to bury your throat until you choke.
Who I am. Who am I?
I'm you.