Falling Action ~

When the epitome of what you thought was love suddenly disappears, what are you supposed to do with yourself?




I'm lost.
Each time I try to find my way out, I reach a dead end that possesses a greatly unfair consequence.
The broken heart. The collapsed lung. The progressing ulcer. The demonic depression. What more must I go through?
If I was in a maze, trying to get myself back to well ... myself, I wouldn't want to move anymore.
There is no more energy. I am out of life bars.
What I thought was the light to guide me turned out to be nothing but a phony firefly that has magically disappeared into thin air. There was no light there. It was all in my mind.


I'm tired.