Did it matter afterall,
That you stood alone,
In your quiet, unassuming strength,
Silent,
Hurting,
Yet proudly tall,
Did it matter afterall,
That you saw them walk away,
One by one,
Day by day,
What was it like to lose yourself,
And then lose it all,
What was it like,
Your shadowed self,
Behind closed doors,
And masks in which,
Your face was engulfed,
Like water over a drowning man's face.
When will you learn to breathe,
So you can whisper for help, little love?
When will you learn to see,
That the world is out to kill you,
With love like poison ivy.
~Rei Shiori
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