Too far, too long, too hard


Note: I wrote this thinking about Scully in the episode "This is not happening." I know she is a strong person who would not wish to die so do not flame me for bad characterization. This is just me imagining her at her very lowest point after everything that has happened.



I'm dying inside and only I know, they see my pain but only what I show. They try to help, they tell me it's okay. But they don't know how hard it is to face each day.

I see him everywhere there's no relief, every step I make, every breath I take prolongs my grief. He haunts my dreams, I scream inside, "Please let me be!" I'm losing my mind.

I'm walking the line, who knows what's real? All I am sure of is how I feel. My soul is torn, my heart is shattered, all hope is gone and my mind is in tatters.

Why can't I let go and flee this place? Go somewhere where no one knows my face. It's not fair! There's nothing for me here, nothing I hold sacred, precious, or even dear.

So I'll wait, that's what they all want. But every day is closer to the end. To the day I close my eyes and never (blissfully) open them again.


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