Cut you, cut me.

I see the cuts. I hear the songs. I read the words.

You didn't have to go through all that to get through to me. If at all.

But why is it that I have no idea what to do? What do you expect of me? What do you expect of yourself? What do I expect of me, even.

Knowledge is a double-edged sword. You and I, we've been cut too many times. Do we have to go through all this again?

I really have nothing else to say. To say that I care would be hypocritical but to say that I don't would be a lie.

I don't know too.

"We used to love ourselves, we used to love one another."