What happened to you?
Your hollow eyes, sunken into your head.
Your pale skin, stretched over your brittle bones.
Your raven hair, falling in strands into your jet black eyes.
Your gangly arms and your long, spindly fingers grasping for a sense of reality.
But what scared me the most were your scars.
Long, thin scars ran down your face, arms, and legs like veins
One scar for every time you made a mistake.
One scar for every time your heart shattered.
It made you look...inhuman.
Your eyes were almost like that of a madman's.
They glinted with pain, sorrow, and regret.
Remember when your eyes used to be a brilliant blue?
As I recall, they were a beautiful shade, like the sea; crystal clear.
Now, your eyes were fogged.
They became dull orbs of lifelessness.
You told me it was because of the pain.
I wanted to help you, but you refused.
'Best if I'm left alone,' you'd say sadly.
You barely even talked now.
I almost wonder what's in that brain of yours.
What could've happened that would make you turn into...this?
I guess I would never know.
Even though you refused my help, I'm not going away.
Don't worry, I'll be here, in the shadows, watching.
I'll be waiting for when you cry out for help, when you reach your breaking point.
And when you do, I'll be there.
I won't let go.