I Hope You're Happy
I'm so used to being abandoned — to being loveless and rejected. No amount of ink and blood can convey the vacancy residing within, raising its undying fortress of resentment and despair of every step away taken is the final strings of hope snapping with the desolate stare lingering behind No longer is there the urge to beg — to merely ask. Those eyes are now nothing more than dead and empty, blankly staring at the people I cherish so profoundly taking step after step away to protect their own fragile hearts for the better — I whisper pathetically to myself, the chant echoing in silent repetitions until a plethora of deception comes and soothes my forlorn soul to eternal sleep. I will not be affected,' I repeat to myself for the millionth time. In response a mocking laugh vibrates through my bones, the memory of my fear of being abandoned hauntingly close. I saw glimpses of you from where the dark had no place to return. I constantly got remembered by your mesmer...