I am 13 again, and the world is ending.
One existence cannot possibly justify all of existence but it is clear that he was there and gone
This is my fault, I understand that.
I found myself waking up in a place with no stars and no promises, yet everyone moved on-
Spinning in space like everything was fine-
I screamed-
The light is gone and still everyone refuses to see it.
The terrible shadows are devouring the last of the sun,
And they refuse to see it.
I am 20, and the world has ended-
Though now it is too dark to see it.