she knew she will never be able to connect with another person. it won't have a good ending everytime she feels those twisted affection. not to the mother who told her to cry quietly or else she'll wake everyone up. not to her narcissistic father who only see the worst in her. who never allowed her any privacy and wished she didn't exist.
how can people say they only worked for your happiness, but it angers them to see something makes you smile? who claimed to never want you to be hurt, my only do things that makes you cry.
so that girl, being surrounded with many happy people, just wanted to build a wall. they were, in every way, better than her. they have all the things she was starving to have.
run away.
don't look back.
but she kept on ending up with the same situation everytime.
so i told her, i told this little girl... that i will heal her in time. i'll let you cry without restrictions because we both know, you deserve to let it all out. i'll sate those hunger, i will let you smile.
but for now, just be the person who made you to be. poisonous. broken. helpless.
