I thought I could handle solitude well
But you were right when you said it would drive me mad.
I thought I had the strength to.
I'd done it before
I could surely do it again.
Back then I wasn't truly alone
But I had lost my mind.
I suppose that's what people call
"Love".
I see this family,
Drifting apart.
I take it upon myself to hold together the pieces
Even when the wind blows harsh.
I am her flesh and blood.
If she could do it,
It only makes sense for me to continue.
"You're all that's left"
I'm all that's left.
"You're just like her"
I'm just like her.
If she's not here then you're the next best.
The second choice.
Leftovers of a legacy that was never mine.
The lines are blurring.
I can't see where you end and I begin.
It's happening again.
My mind is fragmenting.
Who am I if not you?
Who am I?
Silky fabrics and designer bags.
Food that tastes like dirt in my mouth.
I never wanted this.
How badly do the rest of you want to keep her alive?
You had shown me strength
And I misunderstood.
I thought holding on despite everything,
Showed my strength.
Even though the ropes were cutting into my flesh,
Even though the force was almost tearing my limbs apart.
You voice is carried through the wind.
I can barely make out the words
Over the pain I've grown so accustomed to.
I need to accept it.
I can't keep this entire thing together.
Not like you could.
Not if it doesn't want to be.
No matter how much I want for it to.
Things change.
People change, dynamics shift.
Nothing ever stays static forever.
This is how it works.
This is the way life works.
I need to accept the inevitable.
Your shadow is vast
And I can't live under it forever.
It's cold here
And I'm drowning in the darkness
Of the void you left behind.
I can't keep drinking
The sweetened cocktail
That is the warped legacy
You left behind.
"You're not her"
I am not you.
