You were my rock. You have been for two years and I don't know how to function without you. You use to help me fight my demons everyday by making it seem like I was stronger than them. Then you started to show off the pretty colors that caught my eye to other girls. Someone picked you up and took you. I thought I had lost my rock for good. I cried a river when I found out you were gone. Then one day you flooted back in the river I made. You weren't as shiney like how I remembered you before. I didn't care if you were shiney or not because those demons started to vanish but new ones started to appear. I started to wonder if you came back because the girl got bored of the shiney colors and threw you back into the river. Maybe I was blinded by the way I felt to realize that you weren't ever as shiney as I remembered. I thought about tossing you deep into the woods and never see you again. If I did that my rock would be a blade and cutting would be letting my demons win. I don't want my demons to win so you stay my rock until I don't need one.
