My body is riddled with new cuts and bruises. I’ve given myself to the world and found it harsh and full of sharp edges. No longer will I find myself laugh or smile for the light has always been out of reach. There is nothing for me here. That much is assured. I was too late. Always, just too late. In the end, I’m the one who won’t move on. I’m the only one still fighting. No apologies, no surprises. Just pardon me, as I fade to something darker than black.