You Watch Me Dying

The unseen movie that is life
haunts my every footstep
following me, leaving no tracks
only the patches of tears I wept
You tell me that I am someone
and I sit and blink
I try to consider your words
so carefully analyzed, yet casual
and it only makes me grieve
Woe for the life that could have been
thoughts to the boy who never grew up
drowning in his favourite poisons
despite the words of love itself.