It gets worse before its Worst

When dementers suck all the juice of happiness

and the future resembles the past,

When I stand atop a rock with elsewhere breaking lose

as I see the fire rise up the ground

Can't think how far,

and my mind is stripped off beauty I've adorned

When I can't see past December

When the past is too vague to remember

When all the faces I once knew are too blurred or dismembered

When all I can see is strangers

That feeling of self pity overwhelms me

Panic, confusion and feelings of anger

Losing and lost holding on to ghosts

I only wish for.......

I lost my chain of thought

I want to let go but strangers hold on

And the memory I still hold is of a girl once upon a time

now dead and gone.