he had tried to make everyone else have a happy ending, but he had forgotten about his happiness as well.
so his days went on, and his feet dragged a bit heavier. yet, he didn't notice because he was under the influence that everyone else's happiness was on top of his shoulders. that if a person was unhappy, it was because of something he did, or didn't do.
so his feet dragged a bit heavier, and his breathing became raggedy. yet, he didn't realize because he had been too busy wondering how someone else was feeling rather than his own health, his own emotions.
so his feet dragged a bit heavier, his breathing became even raggedier, and his face had formed worried lines. yet, he didn't notice because he was too concerned about if he was being taken the wrong way, or if someone was going to put themselves in harms way and there was nothing for him to do to stop it.
one day, he had realized that everyone was doing just fine besides for him. it hit him so hard he fell to his knees, and broke out into a sorrowful sob. he blinked, and blinked, but nothing was able to stop the unleashed tears from flowing freely down his cheeks.
nobody was there to make sure he was happy, and that is what killed him the most.
// m.m.
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PoetryPoetic Rant Book Series - #2 A collection of poetic like sentences and/or small poems. Plus, a few poetically put rants. (lower case intended)
