Every bone of mine is crushed and damaged. The healing is agonizing slow, and I feel myself getting weaker everyday before I get stronger.
Why did you do this to me? You knew how much you meant to me. You were this type of transcendence I can escape to. You were. My bones will heal and my soul will lighten up again.
As my bones heal, they'll leave gaps. Gaps left unexplained and leaving me confused; I only blame myself for letting you in. I expected too much, and the aftermath of this is a chaos for me.
The gaps can fill in by someone else other than myself, but my bones will never be the same.
