You enjoy terrorizing my soul.
I actually thought this time would be different,
but turns out you just like everyone else.
Master of deception,
Killer of my spirits.
You of all people I trusted with me secrets,
my dreams, my ambitions.
But you disregarded them like trash,
meaningless.
You broke through my layers,
smashing them to dust.
Spitting on what little hope I had lef.
Killing my chances,
of ever opening up again.
Congradulations, you have achieved the inevitable
I.A
