I see them talking,
Between themselves,
Their voices hushed,
Preventing me from eavesdropping.
They keep me out of earshot,
I must not know,
What secrets they share.
They were my sun,
And my moon,
Me being the clear blue sky.
The three of us were one,
Bonded together,
Just like a well baked pastry.
We were not,
Never,
Supposed to fall apart,
Until the day,
Both of you separated from me,
Without warning,
A sudden click of the finger,
And everything changed.
The warmth that both of you radiated,
Now grows cold.
A foggy night,
With my vision dampened,
Not really knowing,
Where to go.
The light shines on the right path,
But I have lost,
The tar beneath.
The whole landscape swallows me whole,
The next thing I knew,
A blinding light burns my skin,
It disintegrates my skin,
My flesh disappearing.
They spit at me,
All the secrets they've kept,
Truth really hurts.
Do I doubt too much?
Or am I just too nosey?
They never pointed out my flaws,
Only to protect me,
From my own ugliness.
Now that everything's,
Blatantly and cruelly thrown at me,
I find myself in a realm,
Of nothingness,
Trying to digest everything,
But falling further away from reality.
I can't accept,
When will I accept?
The harsh reality?
I reach out towards them to beg for help,
But they've long gone,
I took too long,
Lost the chance,
Stubborn.
That's one of my flaws,
I cannot take,
The large pills of criticism,
Now I only suffer,
From the crippling pain,
From my terminal illness,
Of denial.
