Wait..wait...wait.

I waited for you.. Past the silence, and the violence. I waited. I never knew why honestly. Part of me said I was hurt because you started to leave. part of me said i was hurt because you were fading to gray. part of me said I was hurt because of what you did, or the things you would say and mean. truthfully, I said I was angry at you. But I've just been angry at myself. And I know In reality if you were hear you would turn over to me and hold me. Even in your own mental prison. And I hate that I would even let you. On the outside I say that it's all your fault. But I honestly believe it's mine. And you prove that everyday. But than someone turns back to whisper "Your still his."