knowing.

i think about it often actually. from time to time, i wonder what would have happened if we just took a step back and let this all unfold. pushing and forcing the pieces to come together was never my idea. you put it in there. you put it in my head. i was a prisoner. i was a slave. every limb was chained to your body. dragged down the road, i ate gravel and the cement left scars that never healed. i bled and i shed more skin than you could ever imagine. but what's it to you anyways? in the end, you're the one who made it. my heart and lungs spilled onto the side of this damn highway. who did i think i was? who was i?