Fearless.

You drag me head first fearless.

So, yeah, fear of letting people in, probably my biggest fear. I know that I'm going to get hurt if I let people get too close, and I don't want to get hurt, but I guess I'll use this potential pain to mask the pain of all my friends leaving me. This is the last time I get close to people. The last time. I just wish that people would stay in my life longer, rather than leave me. People are only out for themselves, and if they need to screw you over to get what they want, then they'll do it.

The sufferer and the witness.

"Show your wounds, I'm bored with mine, nothing is new."

I so desperately want You. I'd tear out my soul for you, my Dear. I tear out my sins for you, my Love. I'd do anything for You. Yet still, I don't have You. Do you even want me? I'm sorry. I really, truly am.

But this. This thing. It's powerful. And it's got a hold on me. And I've known this evil for so long. Too long. It might just be too late for me.