Your words last longer then the time it takes you to tell them. They are still here, they are still haunting me. Watching my every move, mocking my every decision, criticizing my every opinion. They're killing me. Slowly, but surely they're killing me, but you will not hold back.. why? That's when i look at you, and I mean really look at you, I see you not just for the cruel words you have spoken, but for the stories you have never told. You are hurting. I can see it in your eyes, you are hurting a pain so deep that sometimes you're afraid to wake up in the morning. Now I understand, now I see, that maybe, just maybe, you're hurting a lot more than me.