Good night-or morning...or afternoon, whichever-gentle viewers! ;) There are so many moments in BTVS and Angel that need insight, that need to be broken down. This poem, which is from Buffy's P.O.V., is set after her death in The Gift and her resurrection in Bargaining (Parts 1 and 2); it is the first poem I've ever written for BTVS, so please R&R! Thanks! :D
You can't touch me.
You can't reach me.
No one can.
Not anymore.
They took her away.
They've taken everyone away.
Everyone and everything I love.
And no one can tell me why…
Why I was given this life.
Why I had to make such hard choices.
Why I had to bury my own mother.
There isn't any more reason left in this world.
All I have—had…it all got stripped away.
One by one.
Him…her…him…her…
You can't know what it's like.
What I've been through.
How I've suffered…
It isn't possible for one person to cope with so much pain…so much loss...
Even I couldn't—
I think that's why.
Why it all happened…
To show me…why.
The hardest thing to live for…is life.
It's much easier to let life slip away…and let the darkness take you in…
You'd be surprised at how good it feels…
Finally.
To be loved…
To be wanted…
To be complete.
Why do people fear the dark?
But then, why don't we fear the light?
The light simply covers up the pain and fear, while the dark, in welcoming it, ends up brushing it aside.
No, I was wrong…
I was wrong all along…but then, so were they…
The light—life—is the true hell.
That's why it's so much harder to live than it is to die…
Life is supposed to be safe…where we stay before we die…
But really, life is where we go to die…to wait for death…
I should know…
I was there.