it comes on slowly.

Like the way that sunset turns to dusk and suddenly the dark night is upon you.

it becomes your worst enemy.

Seeping into your thoughts, it rips you to pieces and feeds you lies that you slowly learn to believe.

it is relentless.

it presses into the recesses of your mind at the dead of night, only to wake you with its hoplessness in the morning.

it is jealous.

it takes the joy of people away from you and convinces you that their acts of love are signs of hatred.

it calls you friend.

And you start to believe it.

it twists its way into the pathways of your brain, tightly binding itself into your DNA.

Your thoughts are not yours. You are a slave to the numbing thoughts it bids. The yelling becomes a constant hum as you believe with everything you are that there is nothing good, nothing hopeful, nothing bright. There is nothing. You are nothing.

And so the only thing that makes sense is to send it away. Tell it to leave. it's destruction is over and there will be an end to its reign.

Only, you can't do that.

For it has become your only companion.

Your dearest friend.

it is in your DNA.

it is a part of you now.

And who you were is but a simple memory, slowly erased.

it is all that is left.

At the end of the cliff is a rope.

At the end of the rope is a knife.

At the end of the knife is a girl

holding onto the blade for her life.

The water in her eyes turns the night stars into Van Gough's masterpiece.

The colors dance as her body screams.

Fearing the abyss, she never looks below

though the sound of the waves beckon her to follow.

Her grip grows tighter, the knife grows sharper.

The screaming in her mind blocks out the shouting from her mouth.

And the stars spin and dance like never before

because she's falling... falling... falling...

To the earth's core?

To the ocean floor?

To death's door?

To mercy's shore?

To healing from the war.

Why? How?

The questions spin in my head

Trying to make sense of the words that you said.

So much in an instant, though time does stand still

I can't help but to question your deeds which do kill.

The friendships, the kindness, the good times, the laughs

They're gone now, you're happy now, with your "other half".

The little girl you loved, without a shadow of a doubt

Would rather pack her bags and leave, leave your nightmare and get out.

I know you'd never chase her, you never really cared

There's nothing that you'd do to help that "special" girl you scared.

So that special little girl you told you loved her, you were there

Is bound to live her whole life in her solitary fear.

There's really not much more to say for that mere little girl

And all because the snobbish boy who had to wreck her world.