I wrote you letters but never sent them. I stayed up at night drowning in thoughts of you. Do you still care? Did you ever? Are you thinking of me too? How could you do this to me? Why did you do this to me? Why? Why? Why? I think and think and think, around and around in circles, until exhaustion sweeps over me like a blanket and finally I am at peace for a few hours. Except I’m not because there you are in my dreams. You are every where, like a disease that has spread to every part of me and there is no cure. I am trapped by you but you aren’t even here. There is no escape. What used to be wild and free is now caged, destined to rot in this hell you put me through. Do you even care? I don’t need an answer. I already know











