And if it must be the end….

I was sitting there. crying. tear after tear. Drip drop.
If it must be the end, I want to take dad's hammer and smash it. Destory it forever,
burn, burn it all so not even a glue will fix it. To forget.
The firefly was shinning. Shinning like the stars in the sky.
I was in the middle of an island, surrounded by mountains of fear and I've been upset.
I felt like someone was burying me. Buried me deep under thick blankets of despair.
While heaven and Earth were colliding, I lived in a world of my own.
I thought it was the love world.
Now I know that it was a planet for people like me. stupid people.
And the skies fell on me, like leaves when it's autumn.
And the only naive creature was the firefly.
If it must be the end, I want to keep the firefly with me.