Chilled down to the bone
My reflection in background
White noise . . .static . . .gone
This is my end. It is the end of my need to understand a situation that has no conclusion. I know now control is an illusion. I tried to give someone a microscope to see inside me. Everything backfired in my face. I learned my lesson the hard way.
Breathe life into memories
No end is civil
It passes time in my head. There are memories that are pleasant and others that I can wish away for good. Sometimes the end really is just the end.
Take cover my heart
Fear I may melt into you
Valued shelter gone
This is what sad is – running off to protect myself from someone I thought cared about me. I have no shelter. I’m lost and still running. I will find my place at some point.