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I no longer have an anchor.
The voice that kept me here is gone.
The pain is back, & the darkness consumes.
I do not know when, or if, I'll be able to return to the person i once was.
I remember a time that was happy....or at least i think i do.
It's so hard now, to tell dream from memory.
From wish & truth.
I no longer have someone to keep me here.
To keep me living.
So i withdraw, hideing from the world what i feel.
And hopeing no one looks close enough to see what i really feel....