Shattered across the ground, left as nothing but a figment of what could have been.
It was the memories that kept me there.
The memories of the love I once had for you, the memories of the heartbeat we once shared, the memories of the day you left.
So many months past that I tried to fix myself.
But my hope was wasted, for when the night came my demons tormented me yet again and every morning I would wake up fighting for my life.
As the darkness enthralled me in its temptations I began to fall.
Deeper and deeper I became and soon I was left in an empty shell of what seemed to portray my image.
Yet no likeness was found.
Because in that image there was no smile, no love, no anything.
I was simply there.
I was but yet a rotting carcass slowly dying with every wasted breath.
And no matter how much I wanted to feel the sun beat against my skin, or feel the rain wash away all my pain, I just couldn’t anymore.
For all I felt was that pit inside of me, eating me alive
The torture was becoming so unbearable and life was loosing it’s meaning.
But something changed, the day I thought I wouldn’t be able to beat the nightmares, I was given a gift.
Here I was closer than ever before to the reaper that I so willingly welcomed. And someone was offering me life.
How could I deny something so precious.
To one day be able to see, to feel, to care again.
Oh how I longed for the dreams.
It has been to many hours I spent with death by my side.
Today I shall walk through the gates of hell with this light.
And no longer will I die.
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Ashlie Pfeifer
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