You are sure
You are sure that it is the end
You are positive you know exactly how they feel
Yet, you don't ask
You don't ask because you are afraid you are right
You hold on to your sorrow because you realized the real sorrow would be so much greater
Your thoughts are confused and yet you are sure you know what is going on
You are sure that a former shell of yourself will be left and the real you will move on
But you are afraid to move on
Moving on would be change, and you were never good at change