I searched for love where it truly did not exist.
I searched, 
And I searched, and I searched,
And left the same way I came,
Empty handed.
The same voices that propelled me forward were the same ones rooting for my down fall.
This whole time I trusted them.
I looked for them for guidance.
Instead, they mocked me 
I was merely a piece in their twisted puzzle.
Their prized doll in their glass doll house.
They watched me as I fell.
I had no business there,
But I was held captive by my own curiosity.
Walking on eggshells is no way to live,
If I told you I died three times that day
Would you believe me?
One of the cruelest things you can do to a person is give them false hope.


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