Him.

I silently begged you to be here for me.

I needed you, but you couldn't get over yourself quite enough to accept it.

And it broke me inside, because I spent so much time waiting for you to come around.

I wish I'd never fallen for you. Maybe it'd all be different. Maybe I'd be happier.

But then I wouldn't have known you.

You don't realize that all of these scars fading and reappearing are something you've caused. They resemble something broken that couldn't be fixed with a million tries.

Bloody hands grip the shattered remains with cautious fingers, as if the shards are the most precious things in existence.

Thinking about you brings the pain back, but I just can't bring myself to want it to end.

Because I can't imagine a life without you.

Your eyes have always been so full of passion - but toward nothing in particular.

You were friends with everyone, yet were the quietest of the bunch.

Where are you in that twisted, made up world they created for you? Who are you now?

What are they doing to you? Who's making your dreams come true? Do you feel at home?

And I wonder, do you even think about that reserved, black-haired girl who sat less than twenty feet away from you in fourth hour biology?

Do you remember that girl that made friends with all of the outcasts and had a passion for music larger than life?

Do you remember the girl who's insecurities ate her alive and stuck to her skin like leeches?

Do you remember me?

Do you even remember my name?