First comes the morning where you wake up,

All

Alone.

The memories of night flashes before you

And your tired face frowns, wrinkles

Decorating

Your forehead.

You stay in bed and close your eyes

In an attempt

To rid of yourself

Of these thoughts

And sleep once again

But you can’t.

You groan in annoyance as you

Stumble to the bathroom sink.

You throw water on your face

To try to feel fresh and renewed

For another day of Hell.

But when you look in the mirror,

You see what last night has left you.

Cuts, bruises, and tiredness showing clearly

Under your eyes.

You disregard them, rubbing your wet face on

Your towel, hard, to make sure

You can still feel things,

Unlike your heart that you

‘Say’ will be closed forever.

Then the day’s a blur of crimson red

Splattered on the window.

Suddenly, while you’re doing work

Your mind travels to the memories that hurt and

You drop your pencil.

Quickly, you can feel pain grow in your insides

And you feel sick to your stomach.

Tears well up in your eyes and you hide

Your head in your arms when you leave the room to

Be

Alone.

You slip down on the wall that

You’ve punched in frustration and

It now becomes your support.

Whispering words of sadness,

You might think it’ll make a difference,

Like the person you’re addressing

Will hear them, but they can’t, and they

Won’t.

Momentarily you come back to your senses

And tiredly stand up once again and rejoin

The people that surround you, the ones

That

Do not

Know a thing.

Then the most wretched part of your daily

Life

Comes.

Night.

To you it’s more than just being able to slip

Back into your chambers and

Be alone like you always wanted from

The

Moment

You woke up.

It’s…utter

Fear.

When night comes, there is Darkness,

Waiting to encompass you and

Suffocate you with your own blankets.

Like a child’s imagination, you are not aware

Of what lurks in the darkness, and that’s what you fear.

Though, with a high intuition you were able to

Find some key parts of its existence.

Loneliness…

Memories...

And an imagination beyond comparison.

In the blackness,

You

Are

Alone.

If the monsters

With their sharp metal claws

Draw lines down your back,

No

One

Will

Hear

You

Scream.

The fact that ‘she’ won’t save you,

Brings you even closer to the devil’s grasp.

Then there are the memories.

She gave you so much of them.

You can recall the happy moments

But the horrid times

Rush back to

You

As well.

You can just hear the words

That were always whispered to you.

“I will always love you.”

You flinch, knowing that even though

You still think that you will,

You will forget, as she has already

Forgotten.

Those broken promises make you

Feel crushed.

You curl up

Into fetus position

To give you a false sense of security

And you love

It.

It’s rather pitiful as you stare

Into nothingness thinking you

Are all right.

But it doesn’t stop with just that,

We aren’t finished.

It’s the imagination that truly kills you.

You used to dream of her hand

Intertwined

With your slightly small one.

You could practically feel the

Tingly feelings as you stared up at her,

Knowing that ‘she’ would always gaze back

Into your

Eyes

With a

Smile.

All

A

Lie…

Your mind takes you

To a place,

All alone with

Your greatest fears.

Murderers, serial killers,

Criminals, evil,

Demonic people,

Cornering you in that alley

That

No

One

Escapes.

You cry softly for assistance as

You see her figure, distant, beyond

Your nightmares.

But she leaves, her shadow disappearing as well.

And you’re left alone to be killed, to be chopped

Into tiny pieces.

But as sadistic as this sounds, you enjoy the pain,

For it keeps your mind off things that really matter to

You.

Things that are no longer yours.

Bolting out of bed, your hands fly to your face and

You realize you’ve been crying.

It’s still the middle of the night but you know that

Thinking you could rest is pure stupidity.

Splashing water on your face, you look into

Yourself. And it stares back at you.

You see the cuts and bruises.

The wounds that wrap around

Your

Heart

Like a plastic bag

Around one’s head.

And finally, as you see yourself blur,

You grab at the mirror

And your voice strangles to say her name.

“Tif…tif..”

You sink to the floor, and wonder if things could

Have been

Different.

But deep inside you knew that ‘this’ was coming, you just

Didn’t know when.

You just decided to ignore it

And stubbornly fell in love with

What couldn’t be.

You are….

The

Fool.