In reply--

You have destroyed me.

Destroyed the false hope I was holding onto to make it through each moment. My false hope of proving you wrong, showing I could do it right this time.

I don't have much to offer, I am fully aware of that. And saying I'll try doesn't mean much, only that its another promise in this world which may or may not be fulfilled--what does it matter to you? There's no proof I'm actually attempting, or moreover that I will ever have any success in those attempts.

But its all empty now. Moving from place to place for the sake of going through the motions. There is nothing after this, least of all any remaining shred of hope for something. Anything.

I see why you erased it all, but I still don't see the change. Maybe I'm not allowing myself to; maybe this hole is so deep what little light I see leaves deep shadows, altering my view into something that isn't.

I can't explain it.
This.
You.
That ray of light disappeared, and now I'm following the darkness instead.