eight word depressing story (warning this can cause depression)

(What the heck thanks for that)

She had been hurting for too long.

This is the end… for her anyway

Her story ends, while new ones start

She died, and his soul did too.

(or) One cut, but blood never stopped flowing.

More walls rose into an endless maze

This seems all too familiar, doesn’t it?

The walls, so shiny, yet quite clear
To slick to climb, and miles high

Wiping them away, looking at the wall
They reflected the memories in his soul
He saw them everywhere, And saw her
Her pain she felt without him, too
It’s all just memory, all a trick (or so he thought)
He ran, trying to escape his past

Reflections everywhere, and no exit, no escaping

Kill me, darling, before my mind does

And the mask went up once again

Someone, or someTHING, pulled him back up

What he saw first, that damned wall
all these memories, they're all to real
turn the corner, and there it is
where you go, it's always beside you

Or what he had left of it

He collapsed against the floor, laying there

For once, they have finally gone away