Gone

This is the last time for them. So much left to give, wasted. Though they don’t know the happiness inside themselves they can still vaguely remember what it feels like in someone else. It’s all they ever had. What they could never find in themselves. Consciously looking in the wrong places. Knowing the risk is nothing if you never really want to find what it is you need most. That first step is one they won’t take. For them is was easier to run in the wrong direction. Getting further and further away from what they are or ever could be. Lost in a maze with no exit, forever destined to dead ends. It’s the thoughts of an underserved smile that pushed them deeper. Content with throwing away a chance at it all. To truly be fair with themselves, to be honest. It’s all darkness around them with only a guiding light, one small speck of truth that will never be reached. A light that once shined so bright that the darkness would coward behind them. Until they ran from what made them who they were. Trading the light for small slivers of undeserved pleasure. Slowly this became easier, to shed the light until others could not see. The truth of their sorrow lays only with them. In darkness they shiver and weep with the visions of how bright it once was. The hopelessness of ever replacing it pushes them farther into darkness until one day the light is no more than a distant mirage. A single strand of love so delicate that with each breath comes the risk of it breaking. Until the connection is forever lost and the truth of themselves cannot be regained. They have lost themselves in this world, giving way to the pitch black. Heavy hearts always sink to the bottom and the lost cannot be found if there is no one left to look.