I feel like I’m not the only one here; you are standing behind me, lingering over the page before me. Most of the footprints around me are my own but there is one set that my shoes won’t scuff away. The sweat drips down my spine and off my neck, from my head down to my toes and I am drenched in the hatred that I feel for you. My heart can’t take the pain you inflict on it anymore. You have to go and make a life for yourself before you try and make a life with anyone else. You gave yourself away but didn’t put a price tag, and now you want your money back. It was never yours to give, though. It was always theirs, and you don’t deserve to keep a life that you have carelessly tried to give away so many times. It is no ones fault but your own, but you wish you could blame everyone else.
I am a bottomless pit, a never ending hole in the ground, and I feel like I am falling into myself, drowning in the darkness that is me. It is serene here, with no light. It tells me that I don’t need anyone to make me happy, I just need to know that there are people out there who love me and care about me so much so that they would stop at nothing to help me out.
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