Lovely isn’t it?

To hurt, to love, to live.

It’s all part of life right?

But what is this so called thing “life”?

we all compare things and say “that’s life”

what is life? Is it the fact that we breath. Is it that we hurt?

maybe so, many are happy and many are hurt.

Me? I’m in between not caring and crying for everything that just hurts me

i am NOT a doll that can be played with yet I still am played with

i am NOT a screen or game for entertainment yet I am used for just that

Your words, your laugh, your smile they’re all just a trap

i fell like rain from the clouds

Another girl to just play. Another time passer.

Thats what I am to you right?

yes you I’m not talking to anyone other than the person who caused the deep raging pain

the pain that demands to felt or as quoted various times bye Hazel Grace.

Life.

You were it. You were my world, my will, my love, my life.

I seem like I am one thing but I’m not you said.

I chose to ignore it. To ignore all the red flags. To ignore the bad parts

I am only human after all. I chose to always see the best in people.

mostly you

“Look at me” I said with only so much tears falling towards the ground.

The sound drifting away into the Abist. Everything so silent now

where once there was love. Is replaced with hatred. Not for you but for

Me. Why? You asked.

I could’ve only responded with the truth and pain in my heavy heart

”because I’ve always been the last thought. Never have I been the best or

enough for anything or anyone.”

sorrow and silence fell upon. One of the worst combinations.