This was always going to happen. And why shouldn’t it? I can’t expect you to remain still just because I silently asked the void. It’s selfish of me to even think otherwise. You’re so eager to move while I’m content with a standstill. Why do I want you to stop too? How can I claim to be in love if I want you to stay in a place you aren’t happy? I’ve begged. I’ve pleaded to whatever powers that be, hoping for some divine intervention to stop you leaving. I knew this would happen but I still hoped it wouldn’t.

You make me believe that I am enough

You make me feel like I matter to you

You make me feel things that no one else could

You make me feel good.

You make me want to try harder

You make me forget all my pain

You flatter me more than anyone should

You make me feel good.

Now I can see all the scars you've been hiding

Never make me feel good again.

I claw my way towards the light,

Fingers clutched in earth, so tight,

I see the end, the gates of white,

The end of dark is just in sight.

The light, it dims, as if in spite,

A cold wind blows with icy bite,

I cannot lose without a fight,

I feel my spirit reignite.

Even though the sun is slight,

A new day dawns, it’s oh so bright,

Darkness follows, creeping right

behind my back, it holds me tight.

Heavens will you hear my plight?!

Free me from this lack of sight,

I scream and plea, try as I might,

There is no sun, it’s always night.

Thank God you’re gone. No one ever liked you. You were worthless and nothing but a cancer to this Earth. Everyone is breathing a sigh of relief because they no longer have to share the same air as you. People pretended to like you. Everyone wanted you to go. We wished that you went sooner. I’d rather slash my own throat than spend five more minutes with you, you disgusting waste of space. I hope you enjoy rotting and being eaten by maggots because you deserve it. You are pathetic. No one will miss you. You’re already forgotten.

Rest in fucking pieces.

On the wall, atop a stair

See a mirror, placed with care

Simple shape, a smallish square

Framed with gold, for eyes to glare.

Must I look? I cannot bear

It might just crack if I should stare

I stand in front, I am nowhere

You cannot see what isn’t there.

People of all ages, religions and races,

Regardless of creed, beliefs and birthplaces,

No matter your size, handicaps or conditions,

Your wealth or your work or your social positions

Stand here united in a world so diverse,

Dismiss all prejudices, their effects are adverse

Live hand in hand, and never feel shame,

Our exteriors may differ, but we all bleed the same.