Stronger (not today)

by, Cassandra

I think you know where this
is going, just as well as I do.
I think you know, but you're never
going to say what needs to be said.
This is going to land on me.

I'm going to have to sit up,
stand up, and force myself
to rip apart the very thing
that's made me stronger
for the last four years.

I'm going to have to
cut myself to shreds
just to save what
little bits of me
that are even left.

You were my rock,
my shade, my hand
to hold when the
world got cold.

I learned how to open up and
let my inner self shine through.
You were the first person I
ever found the courage to say that to.

My strength has grown,
my world explored,
my spine is iron,
and this is going to
kill me.

But in the end?
Maybe it'll also be
what saves me.

(right now, though,
it just hurts, and
I'm not ready to deal
with it.)