I never speak. I never sigh. I never say anything, and no one asks why. But when I speak, it's as if I never made a sound. Not even a peep. As if my words were muffled, by a hand over my mouth. As if I were invisible to the human eye. A ghost that's yet to die.

But when you made me known and you had the heart to show me, I became a glutton.

I wanted to be out and not shut in. Every thing and person hearing me through the amp you became. Wanting to be by your side, because I believed I loved you. In your arms and in your embrace, your one and only, so I chased.

I didn't know you were the amp, I thought it was just me. I thought by chance, it was in my head. Or the old me was finally dead.

But she dragged her body by her bloody hands, nails digging into the ground of wherever I am. She follows me. In the night I cling to her. Sobbing out wet full tears, not believing in your words. All because of my fears.

She road my mind to oblivion. Her quiet voices ringing though, like bells far out of sight. Clear and cold, full of terrorizing midnight.

I did love you with all my heart, I wanted to stay here with you. Dream of a quiet life, with you as my light. But you were too good, you were too right.

I knew in the future you'd leave, making me go quiet. Stealing my heart as if it was acquired.

I knew as I laid to die,

I never belonged with you, and I never belonged alive.

I never belonged here anyway.