Bleed it out.

As the day approaches the nerves build and I believe its about time I explode, or bleed out silently. There's nothing I can do and nothing will happen, but I will witness what the rest of them will.. it almost seems pointless, serving strictly as an escape from its self.. I can only give what i have, and now that i have nothing, i fill myself with you. You will never know, and this I must accept.. but until then I will run myself down in an honest attempt at a fantasy you've only let me see a glimpse of and then remind me by the second its not mine for the taking... but does that mean you can't envy? There i will stay, i could spend my whole life trying to get to you, but those creatures in the back of mind, will always whisper the truth... and i will commit those words to memory, then push them down far enough to keep them from coming out. For tonight I'll bleed it out.