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