I didn't want to die.
I didn't want to die.

I'm not supposed to be here.
They told me I had so much longer to live.
I didn't want to give it all up.

You don't understand.
I barely even lived.
I didn't do everything I wanted to do!

Please don't look into me.
I'll tell you what happened,
Just don't look please.

I found something out here.
That's not the right thing to say.
I found a 'nothing' made of 'something'
I don't know how else to say it.
It was there.
It was alive.

I was really scared.
I was angry.
I was lonely.

I took it.
It's mine now.
It's within me.
It became a part of me.

It hurts.
It hurts a lot.
Everything has been hurting.
I've been hurting it.
I've been hurting myself.

I keep breaking apart.
I don't know what I am anymore.
I don't know what's me anymore.
Please don't look into me.

I'll fix it.
I'll become whole again.
This pain and agony.
This love.
I'll be good again.

I'm not alone anymore.
I'll do anything to not be alone anymore.
We'll be happy together again.
I'll find him.
He's hiding in one of my broken pieces.
Even if I don't remember him when I find him
I'll still care so much about him.
He's all I have now.
He's mine.
I love him.

Now leave.
This place is angry I took him.
It hunts me.
But I won't be alone again.
Never again.