Once upon a time,

I’ve struggled and fought my way to the shrine.

A shrine that holds my heart,

And my hope.

Along the way I gained what I thought was forever lost.

Friends.

Family.

Love.

Care.

I grew.

I stretched.

I healed in that light of love.

But then I fell.

People left me.

People betrayed me.

Peopled showed they didn’t really care.

About me,

About others,

About life.

So I’ve lost what I’ve gained,

And feel the hole in my heart even more so now.

For I am kissing the blood that spills onto the floor,

Hoping my kisses fool this heart into thinking it’s another’s,

To keep it beating and alive.

To keep it from letting me spiral down the dark road I never wish to travel again.

But I can feel the dark drifting in on the corners of my mind.

I fight to push it back.

I fight to keep it at bay.

I fight for hope that I will regain what I have lost.

But my muscles grow tired and fatigued.

They wish to sleep and rest,

But I trust none to keep the light in my heart alive,

So I continue to fight the dark.

On my own.

For I am alone again.

For I’m back on square one.