As you sit there in the corner.
Was it really worth it?
As you dream.
Do you still see her?
Or is there nothing there.
Can you even hear me?
I shout, I scream, I beg.
Watching you writhe with self-destructive glee
Only to feel the reflection of a light now faded
Or should I tell her?
And in the back of your mind there is a whisper of hope
The ashes remnant of what was
And in the back of your mind you always knew where to find her
Do you think you were left alone?
That the sparkling stars or the mysterious moon were not to guide you?
And now, my friend.
Who told you?