Your brilliance is brilliant like a diamond made from blood. Your radiance just shines - but at the cost of what? The attention to detail, you never miss a thing. I thought it’s what I wanted - my hand - that ring. I can’t argue with your logic, but that doesn’t mean you’re right Day after day, fight after fight. But I get it, it’s what makes you who you are and I don’t want you to change. Then there’s nights like these - frequency out of range. You struggle with depression - I know - and that’s ok. I want to be here for you and make it go away. With every passing night, the diamond seems a bit duller. But the brilliance is still there - or is it? I wonder. It’s been so long now and I can’t see the stone. All I can see is it’s shell, alone.