How does one person manage to root themselves so deeply in your life, that when she goes, your whole self is upheaved? From my collapsed heart to my broken hopes, everything is torn apart. Into the lumen of my bones, all I feel is pain and the hurt of a truly broken heart. I see her ghost with every corner I turn. I can't breathe. I can't see. I can't do anything with this burn, searing through my ribs like a bandit on the run. How do I fix the damage? How do I repair my roots? All of them are shredded, not one was spared. They say it takes time. Anything takes time. I have time. But how am I expected to grow without the sun? Without nourishment? There's only been gloomy clouds and hailstorms that slowly break down the last of my sanity. I can't grow like this, all twisted and dark. I hear people talking. They say that the shadows have taken over my soul. Yeah, you might see my body walking around, but you won't see anything in these lifeless eyes. I'm trapped in here. I'm bruising, bleeding, barely hanging, trying to escape. It won't be long until I'm six feet under, buried by darkness.