A Fine Time to Lose Your Mind

The Beginning

I wished so much I could curl back into a ball and forget the whole sorry business.  But I had to get up, get changed and go back. Go back to the place where everything went wrong, all alone. 

Because this time, there's nobody to hold my hand and tell me it's going to be alright. There's nobody to part the sea of gossiping, judgemental people, and stick up for me when it all gets too much. 

I let you down, and now you're gone, somewhere I can't follow you. You're not here anymore to listen to my rueful cries, and stop my mind from shattering whenever I hear your name.

I'm so, so sorry I wasn't there to save you. 

The End

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