My Inspiration

because i loved her and she died.

she loved me, cared for me, held me during my adolescent turmoil of monsters, the dark and being lost.

the creatures in the closet never harmed me with her watchful eyes close by.

because i loved her and she died.

now i feel nothing concrete in a world doused in oil and vinegar.

now spoiled and lost in a confused and tormented new world.

no sugar-coated strawberries waiting for me every morning anymore.

the monsters are real,

the dark is alive,

i don't know where i am, therefore i don't know where i'm going.

because i loved her, and she died.