For you, RW.

The sad realisation is that we were so blind,
People are often misunderstood, but you,
You are not you, you’re your disease and for now,
I feel it has been confirmed.

Standing in a crowd is dangerously terrifying,
Especially for you when you craved so much attention,
But you never asked.
Never.

Feeling whole had suddenly such a different purpose,
The need of others needing something you were capable of giving, made you so alive.
But, that emptiness can not be filled by any one but yourself.
Maybe that is where we all go wrong.

We need help,
We think others can give it to us,
But we rarely look at ourselves in a act of guidance.

We try so hard to make ourselves human,
To prove to our own minds that we live in a functioning body,
But it’s so easy to loose that meaning.

We suddenly turn so numb, so…dead.
And we are gone now.
We do not have a soul just a beating heart,
And what is a beating heart without nothing to assist it?

We are powerful humans, all of us.
So powerful.
But sometimes we give our power to other things and we forget the quality existed at all.

When all power is gone, that is when we walk around hopeless,
And in our last moments,
Despite: hatred, frustration and destruction.
We secretly demand hope.

But we are gone now.
You are gone.
And I’m so sorry.