How Long Have We Known

Sometimes I think I have lived too long. How long do I deserve to live. My world has changed and the melody is no longer the same. I have known you for only a week. There has not been a second where I feel liberated. I am being choked. My wrists, my neck and my words. I cannot speak the same, I cannot laugh the same, I cannot smile the same. My mother does not know, my father does not care to know. Only he knows. He sees it as as love although he has never seen love. I have seen love. This is not love. This is my hell and he is my executioner. I am already gone.