I felt broken.
In every sense.
In every single possible way.
I was nothing but a blade of glass, sharp but broken,shattered and forgotten. A pearl that once dazzled, a diamond that once gleamed, a bird that once flew. But in the end even diamonds break,and pearls lose their worth, and birds can be caged.How high I aimed and how low I am today.
Silence.
Blackness.
They are all I see and hear. I am in a golden cage of nothing,that protects me from no one but myself. It seemed reasonable to them, keep her hidden from plain sight and nothing will go wrong.
How misguided they are, they plant false ideas into their head to keep themselves sane, but they live in warped illusions of reality.
It is time for them to wake up from the fantasy they've been living in.
It is time for them to wake up with the blood they once covered me in.
Time to take back what they took from me.
Time to feed my vengeance.
Oh sweet revenge, here I go.
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• lost stars
PoésieWe are stars. Every one of us. A fire burns inside us, so strong that it in the end it will destroy us. We are stars that have lost their twinkle, their light. We are stars that need to be rekindled, relighted. We are stars and we have lost our ligh...
