Fatal

It feels like I’m being tortured with the best times of my life by being reminded that I can never get them back and things are never going to be like they were. The old, happy me is lost and trapped inside of a cage, banging on the doors, and screaming to be let free while searching for the missing key. The key, though, is locked inside of the old me and the only way to get it back is to tear myself apart. I’m not sure if it’s worth the risk, but I’m going to find out soon enough. I’m only one heartbreak away from shattering completely, so it shouldn’t be long now. If you listen closely, you can hear the sadness and despair in the lost soul’s screams.