“You want the truth” it spat at her.
“The truth is that you aren’t alone, you are just blind. The truth is that you blamed yourself for everything, yet you never changed. The truth, my dear, is that it’s now over”
She blinked back her tears and stood up straighter.
“If im not alone, why do I feel like I am. And it’s not over yet” She spoke softly to no one but herself.
“Oh but it is, you know it is”
Her breathing quickened and her mind went fuzzy.
“It’s not over!” She screamed and wrapped her head in her hands.
“You know who I am, you know I’d never lie”
He chuckled and sank to the shadows.
“I don’t know who you are” she said confused.
“Oh but you do dear girl. I am you, her, him, them, I am everything and I am nothing, but most importantly I am what is known as death”
“But I’m not ready to die”
“My dear child, you already have”

Some say this is the worst kind of pain
The pain you don’t let anyone see
The little locked box
That lives in your memories

I don’t know what to call it
But it’s twisted and raw
Painfully not physical
An emotional lure

It’s heavy in your stomach
And you never know when it comes
You’re just reminded
Of the things that were done

And it tears at your heart
When you try to be strong
And somehow it’s working
But for how long?

the pain travels through your chest
When only tears fall
But the hardest part
Is to try to stay standing tall

Some say this is the worst kind of pain
The pain you don’t let anyone see
The little locked box
That lives in your memories

Brittle and meaningless
Thrown in a pile
Left in a corner
It’ll stay there a while
Till someone needs help
And then it’ll flourish
Beating and red
To give you the courage
To tell broken people how to heal
Even though you haven’t

You aren’t lost,
If you never knew where you were going.