almost goodbye.

I'm kind of really fucked up,
on the inside.

It's all dark and scary in there.
only one person saw the inside,
and she ran for the hills.
only one person knows the truth,
and she ignores it.
only one person knows the stories,
and she doesn't care.

Now I need to tell him.
But it's all screwed up and twisted in there.
what if he see's the inside, and runs.
what if he finds out the truth, and ignores it.
what if I told him the stories, and he doesn't care.

What then?
I'll be left broken, again.
I don't think I'm gonna have the energy to pull it back together, again.

What if he see's the inside.
What if he see's the real me.