It may take you, it may break you.
But you'll wake up one day and you will be fine.
It may haunt you, but it will stop soon.
And you'll wake up one day and you will be fine.

because now things will never be the same, and i'll never understand whether this is real.

Now I'll always feel that I stopped something magical from happening.

Tugging at a string, it's tearing.
Slowly coming undone, fragile pieces.
Aches, piercing through.
Shattered, ripping a part, you're torn.
Cold, alone, all over again.
Nothingness in the distance.
Reaching for silence.
Yearn for something more.