I look at him, but I don't see him. Not the real him anyways, it's somewhat like a shadow. I can chase him all I want, but I'll never find him. And it kills me inside, because i think it's all my fault. He thinks he can fix me like a broken toy, but sometimes you can't fix things you helped break. Some times you lose the pieces. He thinks he can read me like a book, but I know he can't. He may know my secrets, but he'll never understand or know what goes on in my head. He wont understand so I'm not even gonna waste my time trying to explain. Don't think I'm not getting better because I am, but it's just because I'm afraid he'll turn me in an