A/N Reflection on coming back from the dead. Buffy's POV.

It's like that they don't get what it's like

how it's so impossible to balance this and a normal life

I don't think they want to see it

not caring to acknowledge that my life has become shit.

They look around and wonder why

the world is what I despise

they could just look within and see

I'm only what they made me be.

I'm in deaths embrace and they take my hand to walk

sometime I wonder if they listen when I talk

it's not that I don't enjoy this gift of life

just that now it's harsh and bright.

The earth is turning and I'm standing still

praying that it's my blood they chose to spill

and as the dawn creeps along the night

my thoughts are of death and the fight.

You took my heaven and made it hell

you gave me pain when I was doing well

but they think they were right, so I'll never tell

but they think they were right, so I'll never tell.