User:Madman'sJournal

It didn’t have to end like this. I told you, so many times. Not. To go. Into the basement. Now look where we are. It wasn’t always like this. We used to be able to laugh and dance and sing to our heart's content. Then, we hadn’t a care in the world. Then, we weren’t worried about the future. Then, the eyes weren’t watching. Now more than ever I miss those days where we didn't look over our shoulder and worry about going into the basement. Were we happy? I can't remember but it may have been the closest we have got. It didn’t have to end like this. But you knew that. You knew the hard way, you knew it was an escape, you knew what this would do to me. Do you care? Did you ever grow into the world where you did? Were you not worried as I am? Did you feel the eyes peering through you? Of course you didn’t. Because I’m the crazy one. The one who spouts off answers that mean nothing, the one who is always wrong. Up until my predictions come true. Then I’m worth listening to but then it’s too late... But I don’t hate you for it. I was always here. No matter what. But If you were to listen to me. Just once. It was to not go into the basement. Both of you never listened but I had faith that you would come through for me, just this once. It didn’t have to end like this. I didn’t want it to end like this, But now your life leaves your body and you leave me here to rot because I won’t go into the basement. I listen to me and I find everything turns out as expected, meanwhile your crazy adventures get you hurt and damaged. Then it falls to me to stitch you back together and that’s fine, I don’t hate you for it. I hate you for doing this again and again and again and again. The three of you never listened and always end up hurt. Then, why am I the only one who is broken? Your corpse reminds me of your old self. I can still see you but now you’re beyond my grasp, just beyond my help. Now you vomit out the very life, the very passion that sustained you as a child and forget me, forget what brought you to that staircase in the first place. Once your smiling silhouette disappears into that dark deep corridor the only thing I have left are your echoes. Did you want this? Is this how you wanted it to end? No farewell, no phone call, to terrific accident. Just you, fading away. You are not gone from my world but I am lost from yours. I’m scared. I’m lonely. While you can pretend, I’ll be here, waiting atop the staircase. For you. But I want you to remember something. It didn’t have to end like this.