It starts. 

The dread, grief, sorrow, and loss,

All stemming from the hardships you went through.

You fail to hide the emotions I’d find in every little thing only after your departure. 

I’d fail to try and bring you something you’d find worthy of your emotional revive,

Left with– but not only – deprived of a house you’d call a home,

A place where you could cry, 

A face that brings you comfort, 

A trace of something, or nearly anything, that doesn’t cloud your mind. 

A voice of reason to help a person in need, and a sense of feeling to heal that loud beating after things and thoughts crashed and burned to the ground; remaining there as something lost, never to be found. 

I exhaust myself trying to be of help to you, I release the pressure by loosening the rope. 

I lost myself trying to forget you, I face that pressure once again, now is the time to go.

I lie around, I lie around, the wait is over, your pillar is coming down.  

For the time has come for me to forget, I’d suggest that now, this is the end. 

Lay me down, set in stone. 

Mind and body, release and unwind.

Forgotten trauma, forgotten lives, 

I seek the day that you’ll apologize. 

For bringing me to my grave this early, 

For grieving and mourning a broken home. 

For trying to survive off of something utterly unnerving, 

It’s time to stop, I beg you, there’s nothing more that you can do. 

We both will stop, and crash, and burn. 

There’s no one left, meaning: there’s no concern.

This is the way it was always meant to be, 

For me, death; and for you, to grieve. 

Your greed has suffocated me, 

You watched me drown.

In not only your sorrows, but also in the love I gave you, that you never found. 

And that only proves that you will never be whole.

No matter what I gave or took from you, 

Your stomach and heart were never full.