Some poetry.

Day after day, I sit here and watch.

I look at myself. A shadow of what I used to be.
Happier, too. But at the same time, not.
My light is gone. It's gone and slipped free.
And these feelings, and thoughts, they fester and rot.

Breaths that were supposed to be words.
Air is just dead words. My light was a bird.

I didn't take good care of it. Its cage was lackluster.
The cage was a good one, spacious. I fed the bird plenty.
But it was so unrestrictive other birds came aflutter.
They did not wish to mingle, and so they all left me.

"Maybe one day, the things I say will bridge the gap between us."
I work with the concept. I remain steady, trying my damnedest to believe it.
The question remains.

"But when I do cross over, will you still be there, waiting?"

The above was my own work, but when writing it, I used two lines of a poem written for me- or rather, for Kyte, when I was on Bleach End Game. I'd like to put that here and credit it.

"I wanted to ask you something.
But the words never formed.
Instead, I only became more distant
Than I actually was.
Maybe one day, the words I say
Will bridge the gap between us.
But when I do cross over,
Will you still be there, waiting?"

Since he was on this site for a short while, the author is Brother.