Dear Stranger,

It feels like it has been years since I fell into this deep sleep.
                                     I am lost
                         within this sickening dream
           or bitter sweet nightmare

-I don't know.

I'm trying not to care

The pain has ripped out my heart
and devours it before my bleeding eyes

The same question haunts my every thought:

Where do you go when you want to be alone?

Do you close your eyes,

and do you cry?

Wallowing yourself up in the dark.

Do you hide 

on the inside?

The pain staying raw as cut flesh

left unhealed 

Because you will never forget

-the wound consumes you-

Or do you simply disappear 

within the dream world you hold dear?

the chaos is all a sweet delusion 

soon to disappear when you awaken

-

I don't know my answer.

It has stuck with me for years now

from a grammar exercise in ninth grade English

The question never fades

Dear Stranger,

I miss you, quite suddenly.  The wound has festered a bit; it has swollen, and oozed.  

You are no longer here to aid me.

I am infected.

Dear Stranger,

If you wake alone, 

know that I had to leave before you could know

that the me you know, is nobody.  

I am a ghost.
Hallow 

and unreal.

My insides are rotten with time and darkness.

My heart was torn out, and broken years ago.

The smile you saw

was a lie

a fake

I am nothing more than an image

An old shattered thought

What you see right before you dream

If you awake alone

know that I love you too much to stay

that the me you know, is dead.

Eternal Love,

Always.