If you had the chance, would you kill me?

If you had the chance, would you set me free?

It doesn’t matter, because you don’t have the chance.

You don’t want the chance.

You don’t want me free, you don’t want me dead.

You just want what you want.

Nothing else exists. No one else exists.

If it’s not what you want then it doesn’t go that way.

If you don’t want me, you don’t want me.

There is nothing I can do about that one.

It’s all in my head. All in your head. All in our heads.

You’ll take what you want and leave me with the rest of my pieces.

You’ll never see how it hurt me.

You’ll never know. It’ll all be over soon though.

You don’t want to see it. You don’t want to see the pain.

And you’ll never fix it, because you will never change.

So leave me here with all my pieces, leave me here to die.

I don’t want anything from you.

I just want my pieces back, they are mine.

Why does it make sense for you to break me?

And take what you want, leaving the rest?

All broken like humpty-dumpy.

I’ve fallen from this wall you’ve built.

And now my insides are on the floor.

Trampled, I get broken even more than you did.

LEAVE ME TO DIE.