I wonder if you know what it feels like to have your
heart ripped from your chest
To obsess over what went wrong
Picking apart every part of youself in search of the answers you
desperately need
I wonder if you know what it feels like to lie awake in the dead
of night, alone with the thoughts that tear you to shreds all too
easily
The ones known as the thieves of sleep
I wonder if you know what it feels like to see me in everyone you
meet
Remembering every detail with such precision
It cuts you deeper than any knife could
The sweet warmth of blood covering your skin
