My thoughts hang in the air above me
like poisoned arrows that refuse to be removed.
I am wading in the abyss of loneliness that
you threw me into and living with the fear
of it quickly becoming a whirlpool.
But even if my biggest fear comes true,
I do not think that I would resist the swirling
waters pulling me deeper into nothingness.
There is a certain comfort that comes along
with the sadness you have handed to me on
a silver platter, and that is the knowledge that
others are feeling the exact same way as you are.
You are not the first person to experience sadness,
nor will you be the last, and you are not the only one
fighting against it right this very moment.
Even with the world resting on my shoulders and
the effect of your words dripping crimson onto the
cold white floor, I am inclined to remind others that
they are not alone in this because even when the people
who promised they would be there for you are no longer,
there's always someone to pull the knife out of your back
so long as you pull out theirs.