Maybe

Why do you push me? is it because you know that I'm already so close to the edge? I can only go so far before I fall off, but maybe you already know that. Maybe you want me to fall, to be crushed, to die on the jagged rocks below. Maybe you want to see my blood dripping from my heart, bleeding from my eyes, just like the tears you cried for me. Or maybe you don't want me to fall, just to be so close to the edge, so very close so that maybe you can rescue me. Maybe you just want me to go back to that place where our love exists, or at least once existed, if you even want to call it love at all. but I won't go back. There's no way. We had nothing but meaningless words and lying hearts but it wasn't our fault. It was everything around us, inside us, and even above us looking down on us not meaning a thing they do to us but not knowing that they're doing so much, which is probably just like you right now, not knowing that I'm so very close to the edge, about to fall off, to lie on the jagged rocks, bleeding because you pushed me just a little too far. Maybe you really don't mean it, you don't mean a thing you do to me that hurts me at all. Maybe you just don't care anymore. Maybe I'm the one holding on to what should be let go of. Maybe I don't know anything anymore. Maybe the whole world is trying to tell me to listen, to understand, to wake up to what is going on. Maybe I just don't want to wake up. Maybe I want to stay in my dream world. It's definitely better here. Out there you never know what to think, believe, or who to listen to and to trust. Maybe I'm not cut out to live in this world. Maybe I really don't exist. Maybe YOU don't exist. Maybe I just made you up. You're an excuse for me. Maybe there's no one pushing me but I'm just walking willingly, or maybe even running toward the edge, or maybe there really is no edge at all.