Wait!

I said wait!

Don’t go.

I’m not ready yet.

I’m never ready.

Every time someone leaves they take a piece of my heart with them.

I only have a tiny piece left.

What happens when that’s gone?

What fills the void where my heart once was?

No check and balance for my mind.

Just empty thoughts without feeling.

Darkness.

Too great a risk.

I must defend what’s left.

Block entry to all who seek admission.

Keep it safe from those who would claim the last vestige of a pitiful soul.

My guard is up.

An armored wall surrounding the precious vessel.

Never to be broached again.

Protected.

Safe.

In darkness.