I'm becoming less defined as days go by* fading away* well you might say losing focus* kinda drifting into the abstract in terms of how I see myself* sometimes I think I can see right through myself* less concerned about fitting into the world* your world that is* cus it doesn't really matter anymore* none of this really matters anymore* I am alone* but then again I always was as far back as I can tell* I think maybe it's because you were never really real to begin with* I just made you up to hurt myself* and it worked* yes it did* there is no you* there is only me* the tiniest little aught my eye and turned out to be a scab* and I had this funny feeling like I just knew it was something bad* I just couldn't leave it alone* I kept picking at the scab* it was a doorway trying to seal itself shut* but I climbed through* and now I am somewhere I am not supposed to be* and I can see things I know I really shouldn't see* now I know why* now I now know why* things aren't as pretty on the inside