How can I go on?
Tell me this?
Tell me how I can move forward after this?
After my life has been utterly destroyed.
After everything has crumbled.
After all I worked so hard for
disintegrated before my eyes.
What is left for me?
What does my future hold?
Nothing.
Utter loneliness.
Utter darkness.
What I had before is no more.
What my life was ended when
her blood spilled at me feet.
I died with her.
I died when her last breathe
left her chest.
I died when the bullet exploded
from the barrel of his gun
and tore her heart to shreds.
Now my hands are covered in her blood,
his blood,
and mine.
I survive,
but for what?
Tell me what my goal is now?
Tell me how I can move forward
when all I can see is the terror
in her eyes.
I want to know,
need to know how can I?
I was unable to save her,
unable to prevent my last hope's
demise.
Now, there is just another death on my hands,
another person who has died because of me.
I am nothing more than a parasite on society,
on those who love me,
on those who follow me.
You say I must move on,
I must forget,
I must grow from this,
but how can I
when the soil from which
I grew has been drained
of all its nutrients?
