Lost
You were the reason why I always fought so hard. Once my "powers" started coming in I felt like I was slowly falling into darkness. But you were always there to save me. You made me feel like I had a chance on staying light – you helped me see the path. You became the shinning beacon that guided me through the dark. You kept me whole – you reminded me who I was. You helped me push off the darkness that suffocates me. You were always there to guide me. But then you had to make that stupid deal and leave me. How was I supposed to find my way through the darkness? How was I supposed to stand tall with that weight on my shoulders? I tried to fight it off. I tried to stay on the path while I searched for a way to get you back. But it was getting harder and harder each and every day. And when you finally came back it was too late for me. I already fell off the path. I lost my way. I could tell that you didn't want to believe it at first. I saw how much you tired to fix me – to glue the pieces that broke when you left. I thought that maybe because you were back I would be able to find my way back to the light. It didn't work. No matter how much we both tried – it's too late. It's too late to save me now. You were gone for too long. The light that was supposed to lead me through the darkness – that was slowly taking over my life – was out for far too long. I kept going – going through the darkness – trying to find a way to get my light back. But sometime in the 4 months you were going I got lost. Lost in the evil that has taken over my mind. I know how much you feel like it's your fault. I see how hard you try and find me. I see how hard you try to help me find myself.
But let's just admit it…I'm too lost to be found.