Now what?

What happens if I show you my mental scars and how my mind keeps me locked away with its mental bars?

If I tell you my soul is lost among the stars?

That part of me feels as far away and distant as Mars?

What if I say I'm troubled by my thoughts and all my memories seem to do is haunt?

Always blurring my mind and tangling the truth into knots?

Telling me I'm not good enough and my efforts are for naught?

Would you turn away if I asked you to stay?

Now that I've told

the secrets I thought I'd always hold?

Would you look to the side if I looked you in the eye and said I'd love you till I die?

Would you mutter a reply because you don't want to lie by saying you never want to say goodbye?

Please don't put up your walls of stone and leave me out in the cold. Alone. Not after what I said.

Don't make me think I should take it all back and store it in my head.

But, then again, if it's honest and how you feel then I'll take the burns you've given me and, one day, I'll heal.

I'll add it to my collection of pain

and it'll mark me like a wine stain.

But it'll be okay

For I'm the one who blindly gave you the knife and you put it in its place.