Ghost stories and horror films are not what scares me.
But the thought of hurting you is a different story.
When you cry and when you bleed, I just can’t take it.
I wish I could pretend to not care but I can’t even fake it.
When I saw the broken you, it’s true that I ran.
But not because I was scared but it was more than I could stand.
You wanted me to hurt but it was you that you cut.
So what choice did I have but to close the door shut.
I saw that you needed me but I just couldn’t save you.
You robbed me of options. There was just nothing that I could do.
Yes, I’m a coward. I ran ‘cause I couldn’t face,
Seeing the you that I knew, disappear without a trace.
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