Let the fog consume, for there is nothing left of me. I sit here, broken and alone, waiting for all of them to come back, but they never show. They left me here to die, abandoned, friendless. I wish I was dead. Maybe this is hell.
It ended on the day my heart was broken by the man I thought to be my future husband. This was not to be, fore he ripped the rug from under me and said many hateful things to get his point across. Soon after, they all began to leave. Friends and people I considered to be closer than friends left to follow him in his happiness. They left me to wallow in sadness and despair.
How could they do this? We had been friends for so many years, how could this be happening? They feel nothing as they walk away, on with their lives. I miss their friendships. I miss being a part of them, now I am behind the glass, looking upon their successes.
There must be a way out of this disrepair I find myself in, other than finding another. This state of limbo is no longer amusing and interesting, but choking. Solitude is cleansing for a while, but indefinite solitude can kill. I need out. Someone find me please.
---Inspired by Evanescence "Hello"
