Fading

So afraid...

Afraid to sleep.

Sleep and wake...

With the blood.

The blood that waits...

Deep within.

Pretending yet...

yet again,

not to see.

This blinding pain

blurs reality,

and it hides...

It hides

in this shame.

It is their shame.

And all of this blame?

All of this hate?

All that I carry,

and fight not to see.

To see who is fading.

Maybe...

Just maybe...

It is not me.

When I believe...

Believe

it's not me...

Will I allow

myself

to be

free?