It is too late for me, but it is not too late for others.

You are still alive. Somewhere in this deadly universe, and you are happy. And that is enough for me.

The day you left was the day I had truly died. I simply live day to day, in hopes of finally making it to the afterlife. I have come to terms with the fact that I will never see you again - will never hear your voice or your wonderful laugh.

I am not me anymore. I have not been me for a very, very long time. I have no name, I have no soul. I am merely just a body. A body who is so sick, that is so discoloured and broken.

A person who was kept alive by the memories of others. Just a skeleton being held together with plasters and scarred, burnt skin.

People come and they go. All the time, really. But, do they fully ever go away? I am a firm believer you are made up of everyone you've ever loved, even if you loved them for just a little while.