If I had to remember every little detail right down to the second.
It was the ones you always you tended to try to surround
yourself with all the difficulties and the then bright lights of your complications.
Somewhere along the lines you got lost and sucked into different dimensions.
All your last impressions were forever marked in my soul.
Totally, you tried your best to control your inner turmoil.
It was no use you were just in torment to your demons.
So numerous, torments keeping us both at night.
You tried with all might but, it was always a losing fight.
You carefully tried to keep the intensity of your sorrow.
Somewhat trying to keep it buried like it was a corpse.
However, it would always come back like a ghost.
It kept haunting us both and would suffocate the promise of tomorrow.
I remember how you constantly told me that it would get better.
It never got better and how I would watch you battle.
Yourself day in and day out.
How you used to close the door to your room and lock it.
Every time I would try to bang on it and try to get you to come out.
You never would and would tell me that I would never understand.
You are right but, that does not mean that I would not have tried hard.
All your feelings became so overwhelming, your demons encircled you.
I remember the phone call quite well.
They said they did all they could
But, you were already gone.
Now, in this jet black room I sit alone.
Haunted by the memory of you and the revenge of your demons.
