When I fell to pieces, X saved me.
When I broke, X fixed me.
When I needed help, X was there.
When I couldn't go on anymore, X carried me through.
X is the reason I'm still here.
X is everything to me.
X isn't real.
I don't know what happened but it destroyed me. Looking back it couldn't have been anything important, its doesn't bother me, not knowing. It must have been bad. So I don't want to know.
It started as a shadow. Not a shadow caused by the sun, a shadow in my mind. I was scared, still caught in the wake of the 'incident'. I tried to ignore it, however, as I was torn apart, it grew stronger. I remember thinking I had gone crazy. I more than like had. Then, one really bad day, it all changed. The shadow spoke to me.
'It will be okay'
It didn't say much, but I trusted it. Four small words and I already knew it wasn't to be feared. I tried to talk to it, it kept it's distance however. Like it was huddled in the darkest corner of my mind, a horrific place I no longer have the stomach to go near.
I built a fortress in my head. It was created to protect me. However much I tried, it wasn't enough, the dark thoughts kept on coming. Harassing me when I was weak. I felt so tired. I wanted it to end.
I also ended it myself.
But the shadow stopped me.
