I'm not the little boy I used to be
Everyone says I'm lucky
Being born with a silver spoon
Different treatment and upbringing
But at what cost?Fake friends, fake smiles, fake relationships
What is real? What is not?
How could I tell them apart?
Being tangled in this thread of lies
I was stupid enough to trust peopleMy childhood was stolen away
Learning at a young age the weight of my future
No time to play, no time for games
Trying to fulfill what my parents wanted
I learned everything the hard wayFrom outside it seemed like the perfect family
But people didn't know the story behind
Mother left me and father was workaholic
No one was there to show me the pathBut then I grew up
Being shaped to become the person I am today
I found myself at the head of a company
Responsibilities falling over my shoulders
Time only made me strongerIs this what I dreamed of?
Doesn't matter
Dreams are just illusions for me
Feelings?
I shut them down a long time ago
Happiness?
It's just a mere delusionSometimes looking back I miss the little boy
I miss his innocence, I miss his bright
But I don't regret killing him
It was necessary to survive in this cold game known as life
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Mystic Messenger Writings
De TodoA compilation of Mystic Messenger poems, drabbles, headcanons and sven songs (? I have written Main Topics: Love & Angst