Again

By: Litt

"For 'Vi, 'Ida, Tom, and Ginny. But mostly for me."

You'll never have release,
You will never be alone.
For he is still inside your head;
The place he calls his home.

They think he's out of your life, gone, -Dead.
Ohh, but if only they knew the truth.
He's very much alive, you know.
A fact that fills you with dread.

The end, for you, won't be a happy one,
It won't at all ease your pain;
There's a whispering voice that holds you here:
You're drowning in lies, flowing like rain.

They don't understand, they refuse to see
The damage this has caused, the blame,
That you're not that girl anymore:
You're not Ginny!

He's still the only one to call you "Virginia"
You still utter the occasional "Tom."
How can a kind friend be so cruel?
In a world where what you have is so wrong?

How is it no one else sees him
When he follows you in the halls;
As he whispers nothings in your ears;--
Catches you as you fall?

What? You asked defensively.
You were convinced he was your friend and cared.
No, I don't believe you, you say
But, slowly, the truth catches up unawares.

You realized too late the lies,
the mocking, malice, deceit.
Soon you wanted to quite the games he played.
What was the point when he'd just cheat?

However, when your ordeal was finally over, and
You were free to live life once more,
You heard a faint voice hiss your name,
Saw a tall shadow standing at your door.

It's a nightmare you said, believing it for a time:
--Your mantra; your quote of the year.--
But even you couldn't deny how real they seemed,
Or that new seed of blooming fear.

NoT CoMpLeTe

AN: This is the result of my amputation from the internet and computer, not
to mention my re-born partnership with Wuzzumz. Also lets not forget to
mention my slight inattentiveness in lit class.
Whada'ya think?