It’s all over.

There is no hope.

Everything is lost.

Thousands of repressed and forgotten memories are tearing their way back up to resurface once again.  The demons of a time long forgotten are all so suddenly, not so forgotten.

It’s all over.

There is no hope.

Everything is lost.

The doors of death and despair that I once so valiantly fought to seal shut have crumbled. The tears and heartbreak. The relationships and the countless hours. All wasted. All useless. They only delayed the inevitable. They only delayed the hurricane of pain that was soon to follow.

It’s all over.

There is no hope.

Everything is lost.

But. Throughout this all, I am not alone. But sadly, I just do not know it. Unbeknownst to me there are thousands of others, exactly like me, out there fighting the same losing battle as I. All I had to do was remove the binding hands over my eyes. All i had to do was turn around and make one last push to defeat the demons, reaching for me, just trying to grab a piece of my damaged soul, because for them, the tiniest piece is all they need to pull me into everlasting darkness.