One person.
One person can change your life.
One person can build you.
Or break you.
One person can help you.
One person can kill you.
One person.
For the longest, you where your own hero.
You where the only one who had been to hell and back.
You where the only one who could smile at death.
You where the only one who could make a influence on your life.
Then school starts,
Then you meet Her.
How amazing it was to not feel alone!
Someone else had been to hell and back.
Someone else had smiled at death.
Someone had a influence on your life.
And it was Her.
Was.
What drew you apart?
Drugs?
Distance?
Distaste?
You did.
You left them.
But you had too.
You had to face your weaknesses.
You had to rexamine yourself.
You had to do be alone.
You left them.
You didn't have too.
But you didn know how to keep them.
Your sad, depressed and weak.
But you never show it.
Ever.
That's how you survive.
That's how you live. That's you.
And one person influenced it.
An one person can again.
If only you hated being alone.
