I'm trapped inside of my own feelings, "I need someone to distract me. I need something to distract me." I try to scream out, but instead I scream of destruction and hatred. 'He hates me, so I have to hate him.' I think after someone doesn't say "I love u too".
They hate me. They hate me. I'm alone. I'm not me. I'm blank. I'm blank. I'm blank.
Repeated thoughts, as my heart beats to an unknown rhythm of false heart break. I didn't break the diamond ring, yet in my whole body, I can feel the diamond ring, breaking and the cries of /them/. They're screaming at me, they're crying over how I've ruined them, yet in reality, they're sat over there with a large friendly smile as they touch my hand.
I. Don't. Want. This. I don't deserve them and I know it, all I deserve is destruction, destruction and misery.
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Kurgu Olmayan'I'm that person, I'm truthfully 'Blank'. This is my own /non fictional/ fantasy work, which will be filled with metaphors, so I could vent more easier than flicking on the light switch. The hard part is flicking off the light switch.' This is p...
