Losing Grip

It can all end. In the flash of an eye. You feel like everything you have worked for, ends. You work for years and in minutes it can all crumble down. It can burn with fire and you feel every ounce of it. It kills you to see what you most love just slip out your fingers like that. What do you do? Tell me, what CAN you do? It’s like that love has become your life, and as your passion is being ripped apart, so is yourself. Why does it feel like this? Why am I just absolutely SOARING in pain? There’s this high I feel. I’m living off of it right now. It is the only thing keeping me from going insane. This high, the one I’m feeling, you would hate. Instead of going in allies and looking for it, you run at its sight. You see the piercing eye of betrayal and hatred burning through you, and killing all you have. It is just like that. There’s no escape. I’m thinking all I ever wanted was to live it. My passion isn’t mine anymore. They took it. Far. Far. AWAY.